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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Blake_Belladonna/Yang_Xiao_Long, Blake_Belladonna_&_Yang_Xiao_Long
  Character:
      Blake_Belladonna, Yang_Xiao_Long
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Semi-Public_Sex, Friends_to_Lovers, Slice_of_Life, Slow
      Burn
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      Published: 2015-03-23 Updated: 2017-06-26 Chapters: 46/? Words: 33640
****** Blake, What Do Your Faunus Eyes See? ******
by TobiasHawk1
Summary
     A really long, fluffy fic aboard the Bumbleby ship. A little smutty
     in later chapters, but entirely cute dorkiness all the way through, I
     promise. I hope you all enjoy and always remember, Zone-tan watches
     you fap.
***** Observations *****
Chapter Summary
     Waking up in the middle of the night leads Yang to a small discovery
     about her teammate.
Being in tune with one’s Aura comes with… drawbacks. I’d heard somewhere-
probably in class- that your brain is always working, even while you're asleep.
Guess that explains why I'm always hot when I wake up, and I don't just mean in
the attractive kind of way.
I felt around in the dark for my Scroll, before flipping it open to check the
time. The way too bright screen told me it was already three in the morning.
Honestly, I really didn't want to get up, but I needed a cold shower, now.
Groaning under my breath, I rolled out of bed and stuck the landing, making
sure to keep my fall as quiet as possible. I was just barely awake, but I
instinctively checked on Ruby, just to make sure she was okay. She was sound
asleep, muttering something about 'french toast' under her breath. I smirked
and headed towards our bathroom. As my grogginess started to wear off, I slowly
became more and more aware of my surroundings.
“Is that the shower running?”
Quiet as a mouse, I pushed open the door to the bathroom and looked over to my
left. Blake was barely visible through the frosted glass shower door. I could
just make out the shadows of her hands as they raised to cover the pair of
feline ears on top of her head. The reflex probably came from habit, and she
lowered them again after a few seconds, most likely realizing that we put this
whole ‘I’ve secretly been a Faunus’ thing behind us like three episodes ago.
I was a little too tired to talk though, and I was sure she was too tired to
listen. We'd both had long days at class and it was obvious she really didn’t
want to be awake this late either. I undressed, slipping out of my tank-top and
shorts and exhaustedly climbed into the empty shower on the right. Steam poured
off my skin in waves as the cold water rushed over me. I leaned against the
cold tiles of the wall for support and looked over to Blake as she turned to
scrub her side under the water. She looked like a dark shadow, warped by the
frosting of the glass. Now that I think about it, this was probably the first
time I'd ever been in the bathroom at the same time as her. Rubbles and I have
probably showered at the same time more often than not, and I've caught the ice
queen finishing up about twice in the couple of months we've been roommates.
But Blake? I guess I knew why now.
"Hey, Blake?" I wiped some of the fog off of the glass of my shower to try and
see her better. It took me almost a second before I realized that might be just
a little awkward and invasive.
"… Yang?" She asked curiously, the blob behind the glass turned to look at me,
head cocked curiously to the side.
"You know, you don't have to shower so late to avoid us anymore. We're all okay
with it, you know. Even Weiss..." Just the thought that Blake had built her
entire schedule around avoiding us, even in her own room… It was kind of shitty
of us not to try and help her break down these barriers she'd constructed to
hide herself. We’d never made her feel comfortable enough to be herself.
"… thanks." She answered awkwardly. I hoped she smiled.
I hummed to myself as I moved back to stand directly under the shower. The
water rushed down my back and shoulders, and turned to steam even faster as it
soaked my burning scalp. I looked up at the ceiling, watching the clouds of hot
air collect to form an even larger cloud at the ceiling. I’d been so distracted
and exhausted by the late hour I’d entirely forgotten-
“The fire alarm!”
I almost sprinted to turn it off before remembering I'd punched a hole in it
last week after it went off for about the 83rd time. Blake finished her shower
a few minutes before I did. She left the room with a quick ‘goodnight’ and shut
the door behind her.
A fast rinse and new pair of pajamas later, I was glad to get back to sleep. I
assumed Blake had already passed out in the few minutes it took for me to leave
the bathroom, and was kinda surprised when I saw her bright, amber eyes open
just as I was getting ready to jump into my bunk. She caught my eyes and I just
kinda smiled, unsure of how to react.
"Yang?" Her voice was soft and wavered slightly, but I couldn’t tell why.
"Yeah," I asked curiously. I had to whisper under my breath- waking up Weiss
was a mistake I’d never make again- but I knew she’d be able to hear me. Faunus
are pretty cool like that.
"Thank you." I could see her face in the dim light coming from our window. It
was hard to read her emotions, but she looked really, really thankful. Her eyes
were wide and she blinked slowly as she watched me.
"Go to bed, Blake." I smiled and jumped up onto my bunk, hoping she understood
she didn’t have to thank me. I fell asleep fast, I was still exhausted and the
shower only made me want to sleep more.
***** Graceless *****
Chapter Summary
     Early mornings are tough on Yang's coordination.
I fell out of bed. I literally rolled and fell out of bed my own bed.
"Oww." Not exactly a graceful way to start the morning.
"Be quiet, Yang. It's too early." Ruby threw a pillow at me and rolled over in
her sheets. I kept quiet on the floor for a while and stared out the window. It
was probably a bit after noon. Pretty early for me on a weekend, but there was
no way I was gonna get back to sleep now. I looked over to Weiss' bed, but Miss
Perfectly Punctual was already long gone. Weiss was almost always the first of
us to wake up and we never heard the end of it. I looked over to Blake's bed
and saw her smirking down at me.
"See you next trip?" She purred the words softly, her throat playing with each
sound.
"It's ‘see you next fall’ but nice try. Leave the puns to the pros." Her smirk
grew even wider as I teased her.
"I was going to ask if you'd like to get breakfast, but with that attitude, I
might as well-"
"Fine! You get one last chance." I playfully batted my eyelashes at her and ran
to the bathroom to shower and get changed. Blake followed a few minutes behind
me, humming some new song I hadn’t had time to sit down and listen to yet. I
finished a few minutes before her, the catchy melody already stuck in my head
before having a pillow war with Ruby while I waited for Blake to finish up.
"Yang quit it," she whined. Ruby was so tired she probably could've slept
another few hours. As a responsible older sister, I'd make sure to make that as
difficult as possible for her.
"Stop throwing it back, Rugby!" I knew the little nicknames aggravated her like
a bad mosquito bite.
"Let. Me. Sleeeeeep," she whined loudly and wrapped herself in her blankets
like a turtle trying to avoid the world.
"Ready to go?" Blake finally came out of the shower, toweling her hair. She
looked to me, then Ruby, covered in pillows, then back again. I don't think
I've ever seen her look so suspicious.
"Yup! Later Rub-unf!" The pillow hit me square in the jaw just as I turned back
to face my soon-to-be dead sister.
"Bye, Yang," she yawned happily and made herself even more comfortable under
her pillow fort. I could practically feel her smirk as Blake and I left the
dorm. She was so gonna get it when I got back.
"You're lucky Blake's holding me back or you'd get it," I shouted back at her
as I closed the door behind us.
"I'm not holding you-"
"Come on!" Sometimes Blake really was a nerd.
***** Lunch *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang continues discovering new things about her teammate. She's less
     than tactful about it.
I tried my best to hide a smirk as I watched Blake eat her breakfast-for-lunch.
She'd made herself a lox sandwich and a glass of ice cold milk.
"Are you okay, Yang,” she asked suspiciously, putting her sandwich back down to
staring at me, accusing me with those amber eyes. I'm pretty sure she was
trying to understand why I looked so close to exploding.
"Mhmm!" I stuffed my mouth with another bagel. Laughing at her Faunus heritage
was something that I definitely didn't want to do, but it was just so cute to
realize her favorite foods were… you know, cat related. Still suspicious, she
didn’t stop eyeing me, and I looked down at my plate to keep from staring at
her bow. I'd gotten into a really bad habit of watching her Faunus ears twitch
beneath the cloth once I found out that they'd move to find the source of a
sudden sound. The cafeteria so happened to be one of those places on campus
that was fullof sudden sounds. It was pretty much a game to try and catch them
twitch and I really felt bad about it in the first place.
"You're quiet… you're never quiet." She was too damn smart. She'd figure me out
in a heartbeat even if I was controlling myself. I took a deep breath to try
and compose myself.
"Oh… it's just this oatmeal is the bee's knees, you know?" I stuffed another
spoonful into my mouth, hoping she wouldn't press the issue. The regular noise
of the cafeteria filled the awkward silence for a bit. Students laughing and
talking, Scrolls sending and receiving messages amongst friends, tiny
explosions going off as people messed with Dust without supervision. Regular
Saturday afternoon.
"Mhmm…" The soft grunt was the same noise I'd made just a minute earlier, but
this wasn't the same 'mhmm' I'd made, this was a total accusatory 'mhmm' like a
cop gives a murder suspect during an interrogation. Her eyes met mine, and
again, I had to look away, like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"Why don't you do the talking today, huh? Yerf pwobwy hearf me tawk morann
enouph!" I shoved another spoonful of oatmeal in my mouth as I spoke. She hates
it when I do that, and normally she'd give anything for me to stop. She scowled
at me for a long while. I wasn't sure if she was upset or trying to figure out
what I'd just said. Finally, she smirked and cocked her head at me before
responding.
"Don't go through my books," she said flatly.
"Wha- oh! Uh… sorry. I was curious!" I could feel my cheeks heat up from the
accusation. I had no idea she knew about that! I was always so careful to put
everything back the way I found it!
"Curiosity killed the… never mind." She pointedly looked away as she took
another bite out of her sandwich. I tried very hard not to choke and die on my
oatmeal. Greatest moment in pun history. Gold star.
***** Inspire *****
Chapter Summary
     Teammates often push one another to perform their greatest. Sometimes
     the push can be entirely unintentional.
Sunday morning and I was hitting the gym, headphones blasting the Achieve Men
playlist I'd put together. Rock, rap, heavy metal and dubstep, all played loud
enough to drown out the sounds of everyone else working out in the gym. The
constant steady rhythm really helped me while I practiced different
combinations. Today looked like it was going to be an exceptionally good day.
I'd gotten through three punching bags in an less than an hour, the first was
burnt to a crisp- oops- while the second and third had fist-sized holes in
them- also oops, but not really. They'd spewed long trails of fine, beige sand
across the floor from where I was training to the 'Broken Equipment' dumpster.
I was glad I was neither the first nor only donor to the dumpster for the day.
It's still a mystery how Professor Goodwitch finds the time to fix everything.
Surprisingly, my fourth bag of the hour was refusing to fall. It was a
different brand than I was used to beating up, and apparently they'd made these
a lot more durable than the last brand did theirs. Even after a few roundhouse
kicks and an uppercut that probably would've cracked a boarbatusk's armor, it
never stopped bouncing on its chains, swinging like a pendulum. The next song
started, a loud rock song that opened up with screaming guitars and loud drums.
"Let's go buddy!" I growled at the punching bag. I imagined the bag was a
cylindrical shaped guy who was laughing at me as he swung back and forth on his
chains. I landed a wicked spin-kick dead center of the bag and followed up with
a back-fist and right hook which easily could've put any grown man on his ass,
especially if he was the owner of a particular night club.
I was focused on what I was doing, but I could see someone setting up an
obstacle course through the window. The course room was an awesome, giant room
where anyone could program a course into a panel by the door and the room would
change according to what they’d programmed. Speed rounds, floorless rooms and
punchable enemies were all options anyone could choose to program into the
room. There was only one course room per gym on campus, which explained why
people usually had to reserve them in advanced. I'd run through my own programs
a couple of times but the enemies were made out of some granite material.
Punching them usually opened up old scars on my knuckles, so I stuck to the
bags.
I attacked my bag until the song finished before I looked up again. I instantly
recognized Blake as she ran through her obstacle course. She was performing a
revolving door speed-run with enemies. Revolving door speed-runs were basically
timed courses where you'd have to run through constantly shifting doors before
they closed and sealed you out of the next room. Most people didn't add any
enemies because these kinds of rooms were super tricky without them. Not for
Blake apparently.
I took a quick water break and watched her combat roll through an opening that
almost slammed shut on her. Her reflexes were just so quick, I don't even think
she was worried by it. She swept the feet out from under one enemy and it fell,
shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces. Without missing a beat she cartwheeled
and landed on another enemy's shoulders and leaned forward, slamming its back
against the ground and before performing a handstand. She pushed up and jumped
from her handstand, out of the door which had become an opening in the roof of
that room. All of that took less than five seconds. I was suddenly really glad
we had her on our team. I really wanted to keep watching, but the new room was
too high up for me to see. I went back to work on the punching bag, totally
inspired by my kick-ass teammate.
***** Homework *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang manages to get under Blake's skin.
About an hour after my workout, I was crunching on an energy bar while doing
some homework with Ruby. She'd surprised me and climbed into my bed while I was
out. She'd almost killed me with a pillow when I tried to jump up. But now it
was down to work.
"This is too hard! I never even learned this!" Ruby whined loudly as she looked
over her Dust homework. The class revolved around mixing different kinds of
Dust together to create more powerful kinds. Weiss got straight A's while the
rest of us tried to copy off of her work without her noticing. She was normally
more than willing to help, but her kind of tutoring wasn't something either of
us could stand.
"It's okay, Ruby. The textbook has some formulas in the back. If you didn't
learn them at Signal, I can help you learn them now." I'd been helping Ruby
with homework since she'd started school. It wasn't always easy, but she was a
fast learner when someone explained something to her in a way she'd understand.
"… are we allowed to use those?" She pouted as she searched the book for the
formulas I was talking about.
"If it helps you understand it, I don't see why not. Just make sure you
actually learn it, okay? No memorizing." I ruffled her hair playfully and she
tried to bite my hand to get back at me. Ruby had managed to skip two grades
because she was an amazing fighter. Unfortunately she’s about the same level as
I am when it comes to academics. But big sis Yang always comes to the rescue
when she needs help. We'd been working on homework for about an hour before
Blake came back to the dorm from her visit to the library. She took a quick
shower and came out followed by a wall of steam. She walked over to our bunks
and I heard some rustling from down below before her eyes peeked up from the
side of my bed.
"Hey… Can I come up?"
"Sure, Blakey. We were just doing our homework for Professor Goodwitch's
class." I moved over to make some space for her. I was actually kinda glad
she'd offered to come up. Blake's really smart and could potentially help us
out if we messed up on something.
"I haven't started that yet," she sighed softly.
"Well, come on up!" I patted the bed next to me, happily inviting her up. She
grabbed some books and crawled up onto my bunk, sitting next to me and opening
in her notebook. I watched her for a few seconds before getting back to my own
work. I took a deep breath I meant to let out as an annoyed sigh, but was
quickly distracted by the scent of something floral. Another quick sniff and I
was sure it was coming from Blake.
"Blake? Did… did you change soaps," I nudged her playfully with an elbow.
"…yeah. Is it bad?" Her voice was soft and concerned, like she was worried I
might think it was dumb.
"Aww! You've totally got the hots for that Sun guy don't you!" I smiled wide,
totally excited my teammate had a mutual crush on someone as hot as Sun Wukong.
I'd never seen her face get so red before.
"Can we please just get back to work-"
"No, not until you spill the details! He is one fine piece of eye candy!" I
nudged her a little harder this time.
"Yaaaang!" Ruby whined my name, like this was the most embarrassing
conversation she'd ever heard me have with someone.
"I'm going back to my bunk." Blake muttered quietly and started to slide off my
bunk.
"No, wait, wait fine!" I grabbed her arm just before she slipped off and
dragged her back up.
"I'll keep quiet! You'll talk on your own eventually." I giggled quietly and
let her go. I smirked and went back to work, trying not to laugh at the grossed
out look on Ruby's face.
***** Novels *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang and the gang are caught red-handed.
A few days later, Weiss and I were trying not to giggle as we read through
another of Blake's romance novels. To be fair, Weiss had been the one to find
it! She'd beckoned me over to her bed as soon as I walked into the dorm, eyes
wide in an uncharacteristically mischievous grin. Technically, I was just going
along for the ride. Weiss was having a blast reading through this book.
Apparently it was right up her alley; some princess who'd lived her life locked
away by her dad, constantly drowning in the man's shadow, had been seduced by a
dashing prince. So far their relationship consisted of awkward giggles, melted
chocolate and blindfolds. The situation was just too funny and we were giggling
like crazy when we heard the doorknob jiggle.
"Shit!" I dove off Weiss’ bed and hid under Blake's bunk. It took about twenty
seconds before I realized the red-trimmed boots at the door were Ruby's, not
Blake's kitten heels.
"Are you guys going through Blake's books again?!" She stomped her feet,
totally pissed at us for doing this for what must've been the fifth time since
we'd found where she kept her stash.
"It's getting good! They just got blindfolds," I chuckled, sneakily sliding out
from under the bunk. Honestly, the novels were really well written, but I just
liked the smut. It was hot and sexy and the way Weiss blushed as she read a
seriously graphic scene always made me laugh.
"Ugggh." Ruby stomped towards her bed and climbed up, definitely beyond annoyed
with us.
"I'm gonna tell her if you two keep this up," she warned with a pout.
"Hush! Don't be a tattle-tale. We're not harming anyone." Weiss shushed Ruby
and hugged her knees to her chest, waiting for me to continue reading. I
started reading quieter just so we didn't upset Ruby. About two chapters later
we came across an awkward discovery. The dashing prince with the commanding
voice and burning gold eyes had turned out to be… another princess?
"What?" Weiss looked at me and took the book, rereading the passage as if I'd
misread something.
"She did say she had slender hands…" I shrugged and grabbed the book back. I
really wasn't at all phased by the surprise reveal. Princess Isabella was just
getting bent over her night table and I didn’t really care whether the person
doing it was a prince or a princess.
"Did Isabella know?" I looked up to see Ruby’s silver eyes gazing down at us,
full of curiosity.
"Ruby?!" I was really surprised she was invested in the story. She was normally
just so innocent. Just talking about kissing made her act so squirmy. I thought
she would’ve put her headphones on and tried to drown us out while we read the
book. I couldn’t believe she’d actually been listening.
"Just read, Yang!" She was probably just invested in my reading. I used to read
to her almost every night when we were kids. I was almost positive it was only
my voice that had attracted her attention. Almost.
Weiss and I traded smirks and I kept reading. We got through a particularly
chocolate covered chapter before we heard the doorknob jiggle again.
"Shit!" I immediately dove under Blake's bed.
"Weiss!" Blake hissed at her angrily. I decided to pick a god and pray.
***** Promises *****
Chapter Summary
     Time to apologize
Blake was pretty upset at us for like, a day. I had to treat her to lunch and
dinner that night and promise to spar with her before bed. One last meal on me
the next day and I'd almost finished repaying my debt. It was breakfast and she
was sitting across from me, being pointedly quiet. I decided to make her break
the silence.
"Yang, what are you doing," she hissed at me, totally confused. I kept making
silly faces at her, hoping to get some kind of reaction. I made more and more
ridiculous faces, trying to find one that she wouldn't be able to resist. I
flared my nose, stuck out my tongue, crossed my eyes and- There it is!
She looked away, trying to hide her smirk. It wasn't much, but it was enough. I
was almost done winning her back, which was honestly super important to me.
Blake's one of the closest friends I've ever had and the last thing I wanted
was to cause a huge rift between us because I couldn't control my curiosity.
"It always works on Ruby," I chuckled. Faces are just one of the many ways one
learns to use to make a little kid stop crying, and not even teenagers were
totally immune. Blake rolled her eyes, but I could see the corners of her lips
tugging up into a smile as she ate another bite of her sandwich.
"Heeey. No it doesn't!" Ruby crossed her arms and huffed at me, like she'd
proved something huge. It was cute when she tried to pretend she still wasn't
my baby sister. Yeah, she was a Huntress in training too, but she'd always be
my baby sis, and I knew just how to break her. I made a fish face at her and
she dissolved into a puddle of giggles and spilled milk. I couldn't help but
laugh along with her, and even Blake and Weiss cracked a smile. After a couple
of minutes, we calmed down and got back to finishing our food. I gathered all
of our plates when Weiss took her last bite of fruit and walked over to the
garbage. Blake followed close behind me.
"Forgive me yet, Blake?" I said it as a joke, but it was a serious question. I
needed to know if she forgave me. And like, really forgave me, not just pretend
forgiveness. She was important to me...
"Well, it's been fun watching you make a fool out of yourself," she purred
softly and I could almost make out the beginnings of a smile on her face.
Honestly, I hardly ever got to see Blake really smile, so whenever it happened,
I was glad it was because of me.
"Buuuuut?" I threw out the trays and and wiped my hands, getting all of the
crumbs off my gloves.
"But... I guess I forgive you…" She sighed and rolled her eyes, placing her
hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks, Blake. I promise I'll just buy the book myself next time." I wrapped
my arms around her and hugged her tight against my chest, really glad she'd
forgiven me.
"Honestly I'm just glad you only got as far as you did." She sighed again and
when we got back to the table, she made us all promise not to go through her
stuff ever again. She knew we'd never go back on our words after an explicit
promise like that.
I was still a little confused about that comment she made. "Only as far as we
did"? When Weiss told her what part we were up to, she'd panicked and told
Blake about the part we'd been up to last time. A full four chapters back was
still before the big reveal of the book. Was she really that afraid we'd find
out she was reading gay smut? Did she think we were the kind of losers who
would judge her about that? I wasn't sure, but it was something I'd have to
think about later.
***** Bumblebee *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang takes her teammate out on a little date. Hijinks ensue
It was late and a school night. The sky was inky black, even though the light
of the shattered moon was as bright as it could be. Most students were in bed
or finishing up some last minute homework. Not me, and, by extension, not
Blake.
"Where are we going," she shouted in my ear over the whipping wind and roar of
Bumblebee's engine. My baby could purr pretty loud when she wanted to. She
drowned out the honking horns and angry shouts coming from every terrified
motorist on the road. Some people might accuse me of being 'reckless,' but I’ve
never crashed! Ever. Even if I did, I'd be fine thanks to my Semblance, and
cats always land on their feet, so Blake would be fine too.
"I don't know! I was bored!" I actually did have a destination in mind, but if
I had told her before we left, she would've said she didn't want to go. She'd
made an offhand comment about wanting ice cream, so I decided it was time to
get some ice cream. There was a great ice cream parlour that Ruby and I used to
go to whenever we came to Vale when we were kids. Honestly I did have my own
selfish reasons for wanting to go. I really needed to get out of the dorm.
Being cooped up at Beacon for so long was starting to get to me, and I wouldn't
let Ruby ride Bumblebee with me until her sixteenth birthday. And I doubt Weiss
wanted to try riding at all, so Blake was the only logical choice to bring
along.
Bumblebee roared through Vale so fast, everything around us was a blur.
Speeding lights and colors, sounds blending together like a kaleidoscope of
sensation. The wind rushing through my hair felt amazing! And Blake's arms
wrapped tightly around my waist didn't feel too bad either.
"Pothole," I shouted back. Potholes in Vale were few and far between, but when
they appeared, they were normally huge. Usually the result of a Dust explosion
or someone accidentally dropping something huge and heavy in the middle of the
road. Blake clung even tighter as I swerved to avoid it. I had to laugh when
she didn't let go. I might’ve been riding a little fast, but come on! She
should have some more faith in me. At least now, with her arms around my waist,
I could actually push my limits.
I revved the engine and accelerated, eyes on the road as the world flew past
us. I slowed just a bit to make a turn, and that's when I saw it... the perfect
ramp. Made out of a concrete slab some construction worker had left on top of a
low wall that divided the street. I smirked and hit the gas, only to ease up at
the last second. Blake buried her face in my neck as Bumblebee soared through
the air, clearing a highway.
"YAAAAAANG," Blake hissed my name into my ear.
"BLAAAAAAKE," I yelled back just as the front wheel hit the asphalt. We almost
wiped out before the back wheel touched down. One more turn and we were at our
destination. I took off my helmet and shook out my hair. Casting a quick glance
at Blake, I could tell she was maybe a little less excited than I was about the
whole thing.
"Our destination is on our left," I said, trying to mimic the mechanical voice
every Scroll spoke in while giving directions. She looked left and realized
where we were.
"Yang… I didn't want ice cream this badly," she sighed through her fingers. I
couldn't help but laugh.
"My treat?"
***** Ice Cream *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang's gotta make that motorcycle trip worth it. Lucky for her, she
     knows how to get on Blake's good side
"I'll walk back to Beacon before I let you drive me again." Blake rolled her
eyes at me as she slowly ate her ice cream. I’d bought her a triple scoop of
black licorice, something she willingly asked for. It sounded like the most
disgusting item on the menu, but Blake was almost halfway done with it.
"Blakey, come on. I can't let my favorite teammate walk back to Beacon alone at
one in the morning. That's dangerous!" I knew Blake walking back to Beacon
alone wasn’t actually dangerous. She’d be able to handle anyone who decided to
pick a fight with her- she’s my partner after all. But this was more about me
not wanting to force her to walk home than her safety.
"No." She walked a bit faster, forcing me to speed up so I wasn’t talking to
the back of her head. There was a nice, woodsy park next to the ice cream
parlour I knew she'd find relaxing. There were huge trees and noisy little
waterfalls where streams ran under stone bridges before emptying into a small
lake. Knowing Blake, she'd want to come back here again with a book and some
quiet music sometime in the spring. She really liked nature and being alone in
quiet places. Kinda weird, but I guess it’s also kinda nice. She normally let
me tag along if I promised to be quiet and I guess I could understand why she
thought it was so relaxing. Blake was just really nice to be around, even if we
weren't necessarily doing anything together.
"What do I have to promise, now? Meals for the week? Doing your laundry?" I
chuckled softly, taking another spoonful of my own ice cream. I went with a
single scoop of raspberry with fudge drizzle. The fruit flavored ice cream
always came with actual pieces of fruit in them, and the raspberry flavor was
hands-down my favorite because of it.
"I'd rather not come so close to death again." I couldn't tell if Blake was
being serious or not. Close to death? Wasn't that a little dramatic? I thought
I proved myself a pretty good driver!
"Come on, Blakey. Don't make me beg. It's chilly tonight. You're always cold,
you'll freeze if you try to walk to Beacon by yourself." I nudged her and
nodded to a fork in the trail we were following. The divergent path wasn't as
well worn as the one we were on, and most people usually stuck to the more
travelled of the two trails, but there was something I really wanted to show
her. It was the second reason I'd decided on leaving Beacon so late at night in
the first place. I led the way and she followed a few feet behind me.
When Ruby and I were a lot younger, we used to come from the ice cream parlour
straight to the park. From there, we'd walk the trails until we found one that
led to the stream. Sitting by the small river, people could who loved to relax
could really enjoy themselves, but for us, the surrounding trees made it easy
to imagine giant Grimm watching and waiting to attack. We'd spend hours there,
fighting imaginary monsters until dad called and said it was time to leave. As
we got older, we stopped going to the ice cream parlour, and by extension, the
park. But when I was maybe sixteen, I'd come back here myself a lot later than
I had when I was younger. I learned that at night, fireflies lit up the trees,
making their own private light show that only people brave enough to explore
the park this late could see. And as Blake and I walked into the same clearing
Ruby and I used to play in as kids, I could tell the fireflies had way more of
an effect on her than they'd ever had on me.
"Yang," she looked around, her amber eyes glowing in the dim moonlight.
"Pretty, right," I asked her playfully. She looked back at me and blushed. Her
lips parted for a few seconds, like she was thinking of something to say. I
guess she couldn’t think of anything though, because after a few seconds she
sighed and sat down in the grass, looking up into the flickering lights. I sat
down next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders and watched the
lightning bugs with her. The shattered moon never caught much light, and it let
the stars burn super bright in the night sky while the fireflies held their own
little disco. I was entranced by how pretty everything was for a while, before
I slipped my arm off of Blake's shoulders to finish my ice cream. Blake leaned
against me while I did this, a gentle purr coming from deep in her chest. She
cuddled against me, searching for warmth and I was happy to provide. We sat for
about an hour before I decided to bug her again.
"Ready to go?" I turned to her and met her eyes. She jumped, as if I'd caught
her with her hands in the cookie jar.
"Um… I'm still walking back."
"Come on, Blake. What do I have to do?" I nuzzled her cheek playfully, trying
to convince her to let me drive her back to Beacon.
"Hmm… You could let me drive Bumblebee," she smirked as she said it. She knew
how possessive I was of my baby. I'd never let anyone drive her before- well,
no one except dad and Uncle Qrow when they were teaching me how to ride.
"Fine, fine, you can drive. Just don't scratch her." I got up and offered Blake
a hand, Bumblebee’s keys dangling from my fingertips. We walked back to my
precious bike, hand in hand. It was a nice night out as friends, and I hoped
Blake and I had a lot more nights like these together. I turned to make a joke
about it and caught her looking at me again.
"What is it," I asked her curiously.
"Oh… nothing."
***** Curious *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang walks in on Blake doing something pretty dirty
"Blake, what are you doing?" I tossed my bag onto my bunk after walking into
the dorm. It’d been a short day of classes and I still had tons of energy.
Weiss said she was going to help Ruby with her History of Dust homework in the
library, so I was free with Blake for the rest of the day. By the time I looked
back at her, she was doing her best at trying to hide something behind her
back. I was pretty sure I'd seen her reading a book, but I couldn't be sure.
"Nothing…" She tried to do something with the ribbons around her wrists,
occupying her hands as if she'd been doing that the whole time. As an older
sister, I saw through the act pretty easily- Ruby often tried to hide a lot of
things when I caught her redhanded, like when I found her with her hands in the
cookie jar. I couldn’t blame her for trying to hide whatever book she was
reading from me, but honestly I wished she'd stop being so secretive in
general. We were teammates- partners! And I wanted to learn as much as I could
about her.
"Blake. Come on-"
"Yang, please stop," she wrapped her arms around her knees and watched me walk
around our room. Her clothes were a little disheveled, like she'd started
reading her book halfway through undressing out of her uniform. It was weird to
see her like that- she was normally pretty neat and organized, kinda like
Weiss. But I realized she was also breathing pretty hard. Her cheeks were red
and her chest rose and fell pretty fast, like she’d just finished running a
couple of miles.
"Don't worry, Blakey. No need to stop reading because of me. I've got my own
books to read, myself." I pulled a random book out of my… limited bookshelf. It
was a cute storybook I'd read to Ruby whenever she woke up with a nightmare
during the night. It had stories like Goldilocks and the Three Ursai- my
personal favorite- and The Ugly Nevermore.
Blake sighed and awkwardly went back to reading her own book. I couldn't tell
which one it was- I learned pretty early on that it was pretty common for those
kinds of books to not to have their titles printed across their covers like
most books do. It was pretty funny when I thought about it.
I used my book to try and distract myself from Blake reading her own story. I
didn't want to make her feel like I was being weird or creepy by spying on her,
but the blush in her cheeks was a little more interesting than The Three Little
Boarbatusk. It was just so cute and entertaining.
She kept reading, her eyes scanning each line of text like an excited kid
eating candy, just wanting to get the next, sweeter piece. I was so curious to
see what made her act that way.
I really wanted to go see… Should I go see?
“Nah… self control, Yang.”
***** Trust *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang puts her foot down.
"She left another book out." Weiss looked over at the book like a dog staring
at a bone. Blake must've left it out by accident yesterday after I’d walked in
on her. Her page was bookmarked, and everything. I was really tempted to see
what the story was myself, but Blake and I had gotten pretty close in the past
week. I really didn't want to betray her trust after sharing such a fun night
together. It was pretty uncool, and this stupid little smut novel just wasn't
worth it.
"Weiss… come on, just leave it alone… We should probably study or something..."
I tried my best to get her mind off of it. To just distract her with anything
else so she wouldn't try to reach for the book. She obviously had other ideas.
"Leave it? We could at least finish the chapter we were on-"
"Yes, Weiss. Leave it." It takes a lot for me to want to try to put my foot
down, and even more for me to actually be serious about it. I normally just go
with the flow and just let people do their own things, ya know? But I was here
and if I let Weiss do this to Blake again… if I just sat around and did nothing
while she betrayed Blake's trust again… I just couldn't let her do that, even
if it was something I somewhat wanted to do myself. Especially because it was
something I kinda wanted to do myself.
"Fine…" Weiss looked away in a huff, as if I'd denied her some basic right. I
mean… I guess finishing the book really wasn't all that bad. But it wasn't just
the book. It was Blake. It was Blake's book and Blake's feelings and Blake's
trust that would be broken, and I couldn't let Weiss do that to her. She
reached into her bag and entertained herself with filing her nails instead.
“Self control, Yang.”
***** Friends *****
Chapter Summary
     RWBY/JNPR sleepover ends slightly differently than expected
"And the footsteps got louder and BOOM! Giant Ursa Major!" Nora roared in her
best imitation of the Ursa, which actually sounded a lot like a wounded
Boarbatusk.
"It was a Deathstalker," Ren corrected softly. He always remembered all of the
details Nora managed to forget.
"But Blake and Yang saved the day and dragged it through the forest by its
tail. The last thing I can remember is the sound of armor crunching and that
really creepy, scratchy sound Deathstalkers make when they're dying." Nora
leaned back happily, arms crossed, she was always so proud at the detail with
which she narrated her stories.
"How long have you been having this dream, Nora," Ruby asked her. She was just
as invested in the story as I was. Nora's dreams were more imaginative than any
book I've ever read. Probably something to do with all that syrup I saw her
drink a couple of hours ago.
"She started talking about it a week ago," Jaune answered. I guess it made a
lot of sense we wouldn't be the first to have heard about it despite actually
being in it.
"So we save the day?" Blake glanced over at me, a smug grin on her face. I
tried to wipe the amazed look off my own face. It was the same look I always
made when listening to one of Nora's stories about her dreams. They were just
so damn entertaining.
"Don't we always," I smirked. She rolled her eyes and shifted positions on her
bedsheets, moving a bit closer to our small lantern.
It was team RWBY/JNPR's first monthly sleepover and it’d been going great. We'd
turned off all of our lights and dimmed the lantern to tell ghost stories until
Nora decided to talk about her dream.
I looked around the room and saw Pyrrha- who was surprisingly pretty terrified-
cuddling closer to Jaune and they was just so cute together. Vomitboy was
definitely missing the connection, he was too busy messily chowing down on a
s'more Ren managed to make with my lighter. It took about a minute to roast the
marshmallows just right and get them the perfect shade of brown, but we all
waited our turns. Ren's cooking- even with these limited supplies, was just
that damn amazing. We told a ton of different ghost stories- Pyrrha even told a
few from Mistral we’d never heard before. Ruby and I told our own favorite
story of being chased through the woods by a baby Boarbatusk when we were
little, and Jaune chimed in with a spooky story about his laundry being
replaced with paper towels. We laughed, cuddled up with one another and told
stories until almost five in the morning. By then Ruby and Nora had already
fallen asleep, and the rest of us were all definitely beyond tired.
"Let's get the dorks to bed," I yawned softly. I watched team JNPR decide on
who'd be sleeping with who without even exchanging a word. Ren carried Nora
over to Weiss's bunk and tucked her in before climbing in bed himself. I’m
pretty sure he’d fallen asleep before his head even hit his pillow. I had to
cover my mouth as Jaune tried to climb up onto Ruby's bed. The bunk was tied to
the ceiling with tons of rope and swung when pushed too hard. He slipped and
fell, landing not so gracefully into Pyrrha's arms.
"Um… thanks, Pyrrha." They climbed up together and that was the last I saw of
them before the sheet Ruby used as a curtain closed behind them.
“G’night you two,” I called playfully. Hopefully they’d make out or something
during the night. I sighed and reached down, carrying Ruby bridal style to the
bunk we were gonna share. On my way there, Blake stopped me, whispering as
softly as she could.
"Can I sleep with you, tonight?" She chewed her lip as she waited for an
answer. I didn't have a problem sleeping with Ruby, I mean, we'd slept together
thousands of times. I almost asked why before I realized that me sleeping with
Ruby would force Blake to sleep with Weiss. It made total sense that she wasn't
tooexcited about that idea.
"No problem, Blakey." I tucked Ruby into Blake's bed and told Weiss that Blake
and I were gonna bunk in my bed.
"You get to spend the night with your favorite leader," I chuckled, nudging her
playfully.
"Oh, quiet, you brute," she sighed back, rolling her eyes as she climbed in
next to Ruby.
I jumped up on my bed and reached down to help Blake up. She politely sat on my
bed, trying to take up the least amount of space possible before I threw my
blankets over her.
"Get comfortable, you dork," I told her. She pulled her head out from under the
sheets and smiled a really cute smile at me, the sheets still wrapped over her
the top of her head and tenting her ears. I wrapped my blankets around our
shoulders before cuddling up to her.
"G’night, Blake," I yawned softly.
"Goodnight, Yang…"
***** Restless *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang watches Blake sleep. Not too creepy, right?
Blake sleeps curled up. I woke up in the middle of the night and found her
hugging her knees as she dreamed of kitty things. I'm not sure what actually
woke me, but Blake's deep breathing was threatening to lull me back to sleep
just as quickly as I’d woken up. It wasn't exactly a snore… no it was too
rumbly for that. It was almost like a… like a purr.
"Aww,” I whispered softly. Seeing Blake like this was probably the cutest thing
I'd ever experienced in my life. I spent at least ten minutes just trying to
contain my giggles at my sudden, late night discovery.
“Go to sleep, Yang. Go to sleep.”
I closed my eyes and counted sheep, trying my hardest to get back to sleep. I
was almost there when I felt something fuzzy flick my nose. I opened an eye
just in time to watch her ear tickle my nose again. The top of her head was so
close, her ears brushed against me whenever they twitched. I smiled and watched
as they moved, attracted to whatever noise happened in the room. Whether it was
a sigh from Nora, or a sniffle from Jaune, her ears were like little ninjas
directing themselves towards any sound. I made a small click with my tongue and
they were instantly focused on me.
“Were they soft?” Innocent enough question. I slowly moved forward and nuzzled
them. They smelled nice, like sugar or something. It was a nice, Blakey scent.
Something that I could smell and instantly recognize as belonging to her. She
stirred in her sleep and purred.
I was pretty glad I had cute teammates.
After a few minutes I started to drift off again. It was pretty late and I was
a very tired Huntress, but yet again, Blake woke me as I was nearly out. She
snuggled even closer against me, and tucked her face into my chest. She was
definitely still asleep and it really didn't make sense- oh.
Sometimes I forget about the effects of my Aura. It keeps me warm and she was
just nuzzling into me, searching out that heat. It was cute… she was tiny and
her skin was soft and she had nice smelling hair.
“This is nice.”
She stirred a bit in her sleep before a soft sneeze woke her from whatever
dream she was having.
"Oh, sorry, Yang." Blake tried to move away from me but I wrapped an arm
playfully around her. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, and I was
honestly fine with some late night snugging.
"It's alright. Warm enough for ya?" I smiled and winked at her playfully. I was
rewarded with an adorable ear twitch as she rolled over a bit and stretched.
Her back arched and her arms went out wide.
"Are we the first up," she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Yeah, definitely really cute.”
"Uh… I'd guess so." It was technically a lie but, meh. Who cares?
"Wanna steal everyone's toothbrushes," I asked playfully.
"Yang…"
"Never mind," I chuckled. I'd steal them myself.
***** Shed *****
Chapter Summary
     Blake's a little anxious, but it's no big deal
A few hours after everyone woke up, I decided to spend the day relaxing seeing
as I didn’t get much sleep. I was wrapped up in my sheets, headphones on while
humming along to some music. Ruby had gone to get free brownies at the
cafeteria with Nora and Pyrrha and Weiss was in the library working on a
project that wouldn't be due for another two weeks, so it wasn't too much of a
surprise when I saw the tips of black, furry ears rise over the edge of my bed.
"Yang?"
I paused my music and slipped my headphones off my ears.
"Yeah, Blake?"
"Would you mind if I read up here? The light is better on your bunk." She
looked a little nervous. Like she was afraid I might say no.
“Why the Dust would I say no?”
"Come up, you nerd." I scooted over to give her some space to herself. She
climbed up so easily she didn’t look real before getting herself comfortable,
leaning against the wall and opening her book. I leaned against the wall next
to her, stretching my legs out instead of crossing them like Blake. It took a
couple of minutes before I realized that she wasn't really reading her book at
all. She was looking at my sheets like she'd lost something.
"You okay, Blake," I asked her curiously. It wasn’t too weird for her to be
secretive about something, but it always did kind of bother me that she felt
the need to do it. Secrets between partners and teammates weren’t good!
"Yes, I was just…" She kept searching, trying her best to avoid the question.
"Is everything okay?" I put a hand on her shoulder, trying to catch her
attention. She hadn't brought anything up with her into the bunk last night
besides her Scroll, so if she'd lost something it most likely wasn’t here.
"I just wanted to make sure I didn't leave any, um… fur… on your bed," she
sighed and leaned back against the wall.
"Oh! It's okay. There was a bit on my pillow." Her cheeks grew so red, and her
ears stood straight up. I couldn’t believe she was so embarrassed by this, I
really didn't mind.
"But I just brushed it off! It's no biggie, Blake."
"Yang-"
"Ah, ah, ah! It's totally okay, no worries. Trust me, it was a lot less than
what I leave on other people's beds. I'm not lion when I say this mane sheds,"
I said with my biggest grin.
She almost laughed, trust me. No one escapes my puns. No one.
"How many other people's beds have you slept on," she purred back after a
moment. She had the worst kind of smirk on, along with this really playful look
on her face.
“Blake just made a sex joke? A sex joke?! No way.”
"Go back to reading your smut," I blushed, it was all I could say.
"This isn't smut! This is literary art, Yang!"
I couldn't help but laugh as I raised the volume on my music.
“What a nerd.”
***** Bittersweet *****
Chapter Summary
     The team receives some bittersweet gifts.
"What's in it," Ruby asked, poking the box curiously.
"Ruby, don't be a dolt," Weiss scolded her, smacking her hand away before
placing the box in her lap. It was a 2 foot cube made of white cardboard,
wrapped in a icy blue bow. The Schnee insignia was branded on all sides, and a
note was tucked between the bow and the box.
"Best wishes from home. Hope you're doing well. Sincerely, Mr. Schnee." Weiss
sighed softly, crumpling up the note in her hand.
"What's wrong, Weiss," I asked worriedly. It looked liked a really cute gift. I
wasn't sure why she was so upset about it.
"That… that was his secretary's handwriting…"
It was an awkward few minutes where we didn't really know what to do. I don't
think any of us had ever seen Weiss vulnerable before. She looked really,
really hurt- like she’d gotten her hopes up and had just been let down. I
wasn't sure if hugging her was the best route to take… She wasn't really a
hugging kind of person.
"I'm sorry, Weiss…" I took the box out of her hands and Ruby went in for the
hug I didn’t give. Weiss sighed softly before regaining her composure.
"Might as well see what it is," she shrugged. She reached for a nail file on
her desk and started to cut through the tape that held the box closed. We
watched her as she opened the box so slowly- she always took her time with
things and made sure to do them nice and neat. Ruby or I would’ve clawed our
way through the box by now, desperate to see what was inside.
"Brushes," Ruby asked curiously when Weiss had finally opened the box. I
watched as Weiss pulled out four similar brushes. Each one was in a different
color, but it took me a few seconds before I realized that they matched each of
us. One was black and painted with red trims, the second and third were harsh
contrasts to one another- ivory with ebony trims, and onyx with ivory trims,
and the last was a cute, strawberry blonde with a lilac trim.
"Here…" Weiss handed us the brushes that were clearly meant for the rest of us.
I had no idea what they were made out of, they looked so beautiful and fragile.
They had intricate patterns carved into them, with Team RWBY stenciled in
glossy paint along the handle. I doubted if they were even meant to be used to
brush hair and not just ornaments for one’s bathroom to look classy. Weiss had
a lot of expensive looking trinkets and stuff- we'd learned the hard way that
even her pillow was made with ridiculously rare Nevermore chick down feathers-
but I'd never seen something that looked this inherently expensive.
"Well, tell whomever is to credit we say thanks." Blake took her brush between
her fingers, testing the bristles.
I wasn't really too ecstatic about the brushes. It was hell brushing my hair by
myself and Ruby’d given up on helping me a looooong time ago. I took it though.
Why not?
***** Sniffles *****
Chapter Summary
     Weiss is sick. Fantastic.
"Achoo! Achoo!" Weiss groaned loudly before blowing her nose on a really fancy
handkerchief. I was pretty sure they were the most expensive boogers I'd ever
seen.
"Weiss Schneezed," I chuckled. She'd been sneezing all day. Runny nose, itchy
eyes, bad cough and a sore throat. She was totally sick and confined to our
tiny dorm. Great.
"Say that terrible pun one more time, Yang Xiao Lo- achoo!" Even her sneezes
were prim and proper. I wanted to make another joke, but I decided she was
already suffering enough.
"Yang, I think she's allergic to your puns," Ruby chuckled. Our fearless leader
was wrapped up in her blankets on her bed, tentatively looking down on us. To
be fair I didn't want her to get sick, so I told her not to get up from her bed
or touch anything Weiss might've sneezed on before I cleaned the room.
"She loves them, Rubbles." Everyone loves my puns. Everyone.
"Weiss? Do you think this might be allergies?" Blake's soft was a little
muffled behind her book, but still loud enough for us to hear. She was sitting
down in her bunk, her legs crossed while she fidgeted with random pages.
"I'm not allergic to anything but- achoo! Achoo! Achooo!" This sneezing fit was
the biggest yet. Weiss blew her nose into her handkerchief one last time and
rolled over. Two sniffles and a moan and she was already dreaming.
I locked eyes with Ruby who was trying really hard not to laugh.
"Don't touch anything, okay? And remember to wash your hands," I reminded her
as seriously as I could. I didn't want her missing any classes because of
Weiss’ cold.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll be fine," she sighed, closing the curtain blanket and
sealing herself off from the rest of us. I looked over to Blake and realized
she was still on the same level as Weiss. Who knew how contagious the Ice Queen
might be?
"You'll probably catch what she has if you stay on your bunk, Blakey. Sleep
with me tonight!"
"I doubt I could catch Weiss' allergies," Blake shuffled in her bed and reached
for her bow. With one hand on her book, she tied it in a really neat bow. She
was so great at tying it, and I really felt bad that she had to be that good at
hiding who she was. Although I wasn't really sure why she was doing it now…
“Time for another joke.”
"Didn't you hear? She's only allergic to sneezes." Ruby giggled a lot harder
than Blake did, but Blake’s face did soften a bit when she finished.
"Come on. Free cuddles with your favorite radiator," I promised, sweetening the
deal. She rolled her eyes and crawled up into my bed.
"Night, Rubes!" I called before crawling into bed next to Blake.
"Good night guys," Ruby called back. I didn't have to worry about her falling
asleep. She was snoring just as fast as Weiss had. I tucked myself in beside
Blake and wrapped an arm around her. She pressed her face into my chest and
tangled one of her legs in mine, getting comfortable pretty quickly. I really
didn't mind. I was always glad to make my friends comfortable, and I was just a
comfortable person. I guess it helps when people have two warm pillows to rest
against thanks to me.
***** Allergies *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang wakes up and sees Blake doing something she really wishes she
     hadn't.
Hot. I was so fucking hot. Everything around me felt like it was on fire and I
was being roasted alive. I woke up and sat up, terrified I'd accidentally set
my sheets on fire during the night. It wouldn't have been the first time my
semblance tried to burn the house down around me. After making sure I was still
the hottest thing in the room, I looked around to make sure everyone was okay.
Weiss was sniffling in her sleep. Ruby snoring behind her blanket curtain. I
looked under my bed to check on Blake, but she wasn't there.
“Wait a minute, didn't Blake sleep with me?”I didn't have time to think about
it. My skin was burning like a bad sunburn, and I could already smell the scent
of singing fabric coming off my sheets. I jumped down off my bed, landing
silently on a cushion I'd put down just in case I ever fell again. As the
grogginess started to wear off I swore I could hear running water.
“Is that the shower?”I walked across our dorm room and quietly opened the
bathroom door, making sure not to wake Ruby or Weiss. Blake was in the shower,
which was weird because I definitely remembered her having showered earlier
that night. Through the crystal glass I could see she looked… frantic. She was
scrubbing her head like crazy and she was… whimpering? Like she was in pain.
"Blake? Are you-"
"I'm okay!" That definitely didn't sound like okayto me.
"Are you sure…? It sounds like-"
"I'm fine!" Whatever it was, she didn't want to talk about it. I sighed and
shrugged. It was too late at night for a fight and waking Weiss would probably
open the seventh seal of the apocalypse.
"Okay, okay…" I climbed into the empty shower and let the cold water rush over
me. My thoughts never left Blake, though.
“Maybe she'd had a bad dream? Maybe I'd hurt her accidentally during the
night?”
Something was bothering her, but if she didn't want to talk…
The bathroom had turned into a sauna in less than a minute. Apparently I was a
lot hotter than normal. Oops. Steam poured off me in waves, floating up to the
ceiling before sinking back down to the ground. The vapor made tons of patterns
in the air and condensed against the cold tiles of the bathroom, leaving even
more patterns with tiny drops of water. Normally I could stand in the shower
and watch the patterns for hours while I cooled down, but I wanted to catch
Blake before she got to bed. I just really wanted to hug her. Let her know
whatever was wrong, she would be okay.
I heard Blake turn the water off and followed just behind her. I opened the
glass door just in time to catch Blake doing the same. We locked eyes, and
stared at each other for almost a full second.
Naked.
Awkward.
I reached for my towel and looked away, before doing a double-take. I thought
I'd seen-
"Blake… are you bleeding!" She'd already turned away and was reaching for her
bow. She didn't even try to answer me.
"Blake, your ears!" I wrapped myself in my towel and walked towards her,
careful not to slip on the slick, tiled floor.
“What happened?! Did I… burn her?!”
"Yang... I'd rather not talk about it..." How could she be so calm and distant?
How could she act like she was fine? Her ears were rubbed raw, fur thin where
just a few hours ago it'd been full and thick and fluffy. What the hell
happened?
"But Blake-"
"Yang, can I just get dressed?"
I couldn't just let her continue being so distant. So aloof. Like she couldn't
be bothered to care about her own ears. She started to wrap them up in the
ribbon and I reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Blake… please talk to me." She bit her lip as her eyes pierced into mine. They
looked so much fiercer without the purple eye-shadow, it almost made me look
away. Almost.
She looked away and sighed softly before she finally answered me.
"Weiss is allergic to cats."
"Okay?" Cats? What the hell did that have to do with anything?
"Weiss. Is allergic. To cats." She just repeated herself as if that were just
some profound statement that excused the blood running down her ears.
"So what- oh!" Her ears…
She pulled her hand away and finished wrapping them up with the black ribbon. I
could tell it hurt her as she flinched whenever the fabric touched her skin.
"That's not your fault, Blake!" I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"It clearly is." She grabbed her sleep shorts and slipped them on underneath
her towel. I couldn't help but be bothered that she'd wrapped up her ears
before even putting clothes on. She still wasn't comfortable around us...
"If she was then why is she sick now ? You've been a Faunus your whole life, we
only found out about it like, a couple months ago! It's gotta be something
else!" It made sense. It made tons of more sense than Weiss being allergic to
her teammate. To my partner. I couldn't believe that.
"Yang, it's me-"
"Stop saying that!" I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to let her blame
herself for this. All her life she'd probably put up with other people treating
her differently because of who she was and now she couldn't even be herself
amongst the people she'd trusted enough to let know her secret?!
"Yang!"
I anxiously ran my fingers through my hair. It’s this nervous tick I have to
help keep calm.
"It's me. It's just the time of year…"
"What?"
"Cat allergies spike during different times of the year, Yang. It might just be
that I'm shedding, but..."
"So… you can't know for sure that it's you."
"Yang..."
"Okay, fine. Weiss is allergic to you. Blake, your ears! You're hurting...
There's gotta be a better way than this. Allergy medicine? One of those little
nurse's masks? Anything is better than this..."
"She shouldn't have to buy allergy medication to live in her own room. Even our
heiress deserves her own space." Her ears twitched under her bow and she winced
again.
"I'll buy it for her. You don't have to do this to yourself. You deserve your
own space too, Blake…"
"Yang, you don't have to do that. I'll bind my ears again-"
"No. Blake. This I'm definitely doing." I crossed my arms over my chest,
glaring down at her. I could tell my eyes had gone red some time during the
conversation, and I could feel the beginnings of my skin warming up again.
"Yang, I'm used to doing this. It isn't new-"
"Well you're gonna get used to not doing it. I'll get Weiss her medicine
tomorrow." I didn't leave any room for an argument. No way I was gonna let
Blake keep doing this and I wanted her to see it in my face that she absolutely
didn't have a choice in this.
She sighed and shrugged, slipping the ribbon back off her ears.
"Thanks, Yang…"
"No problem."
"Can I get dressed now?" She tugged at her towel, reminding me that she was
still mostly naked under it.
"Oh… oops. Stage fright?" She glared at me but her grin totally ruined the
little facade.
We left the bathroom together and I helped her up into my bed. I scratched the
base of her ears during the night, trying my best to soothe her raw skin, and
she started purring sometime around midnight. Sometimes this girl was more than
a handful.
***** Cramps *****
Chapter Summary
     Blake helps Yang out during a difficult time.
"Ugh don't talk to me…" I rolled over onto my side, clutching at my stomach as
another cramp tore through me.
"What's wrong, Yang," Ruby placed a hand on my bare shoulder and I nudged her
off. My skin felt gross and I didn't want anyone touching me.
"I'm dying. Just leave me alone," I groaned softly and buried my face in my
pillow. Everyone just needed to go away. It was one of those days.
"Yang, what on earth could possibly-" It was her voice, so shrill and high
pitched. It was like knives in my ears.
"Weiss, now is not the time!" I didn't even have the energy to glare at her as
I struggled to keep the sheets from smoldering. Keeping control of my Aura was
even moredifficult than normal during times like these.
"I'll stay with her. You two go," Blake's voice was soft and smooth, like cool
velvet compared to Weiss. She crawled up to sit on my bed and put her hand a
few inches where Ruby had put hers, but she kept her hand on my shirt.
"Feel better, sis…" Ruby sighed before following Weiss out of the room.
"Shialaguwnwsjl." I wasn't sure what I'd tried to say, but I doubted it was
important.
"Come on, I refuse to be late." Weiss's voice again. This time further away, so
it wasn't as irritating. I heard the door slam and Blake sighed a bit too loud.
Everything was a bit ‘too’ something right now. Maybe I was a bit too irritated
for life?
"It's really this bad this month?" Blake grabbed one of the thinner blankets
and took the thick quilt off of me. Then she tucked me in. I tried to respond,
but I really couldn't do anything else but groan.
"How about I make you some tea? It should help soothe the cramps."
I groaned again.
I felt her slide off the bed and listened to her footsteps. I could hear her
clanking dishes, ripping paper and pouring water, but I wasn't really sure how
she'd make the tea- we didn't have a stove in our dorm. I listened to her
footsteps come back towards the bed and felt cool metal on my skin. She’d
placed the teapot on my side and I really wanted to laugh. Fifteen minutes
later and Blake poured the tea into a cup and handed it to me. It was nice and
warm, but not too hot.
"Thanks, Blake…" I sighed softly and sipped the tea.
"No problem. It's cinnamon tea with chopped ginger and a bit peppermint. Drink
it all, it should help." She watched me as I took another couple of sips, her
ears twitching as she did.
“Sorry if it’s not warm enough. And I probably should’ve added some more sugar
for taste, I forget you’re more of a coffee person than a tea person. And-”
"Thank you," I groaned softly, shooting her a smile. Her rambling stopped
immediately and she looked glad that I liked it. She watched me drink almost
half of it before perking up like she’d forgotten something and slid off the
bed. I heard her climb back into her bed and get under her covers, I guess
getting ready for a nap. I figured she would go back to class, and I didn't
want to force her to stay in the room just to wait on me. But I also really
didn't want to have to function at all for the rest of the day…
"Blake?"
"Yes, Yang?"
"Can you come back up please?"
She climbed up in a few seconds and sat down next to me.
"What's wrong- whoa!" I threw my arms around her and hugged her tight against
me. I honestly just wanted to cuddle, and I was really thankful when she didn't
pull away or resist, despite touching my clammy skin. She rubbed my side
instead and gosh I wasn't expecting that, but it just felt so good...
“Why am I tearing up?”Oh, my stomach was turning itself inside out. That's
right. I shivered in pain. Normally it's not ever this bad but-
"Oww..."
She pulled her hand back for a moment, then slowly snaked her hand back around,
her fingertips massaging the small of my back. Then her palm.
Dust, that felt amazing...
***** Hands *****
Chapter Summary
     Blake can't keep her hands off Yang.
I was back in class the next day. No way I was gonna use that lame excuse two
days in a row. But as much as I wanted to power through my classes, my day in
general was still pretty terrible. Parts of me were sore that made it hard to
concentrate and my eyes kept drifting over to the cute guy two rows ahead of
me. He had short, curly, black hair and I couldn't stop imagining tangling my
fingers through it.
The second the bell that ended my day rang, I packed my bags and headed
straight to my dorm. I showered, changed, and tucked myself into bed. I heard
Ruby come in first. Then Weiss followed by Blake. I was already drifting off
when someone slid a plate of rice cakes and a cup of tea onto my bed.
"Blake?"
"Trust me, it's helpful," Blake smiled softly and slid the plate a bit closer
to me.
"Thanks, Blakey." I had been getting hungry. Just not hungry enough to get up.
She climbed back up on my bed as I ate the food and waited for me to finish the
tea before rolling me onto my stomach.
"Bla- ooooh." Her hands dug firmly into my shoulders, my neck, my waist… Dust,
when did she enchant her hands? I groaned softly as I bit into my last rice
cake.
"Sorry about yesterday, Yang. I forget sometimes," Ruby's face had popped up
just beside my bed. I could only see her from her eyes up, and it was pretty
funny. My little sister had somehow managed escape puberty until about a year
ago. Apparently it's still not a regular thing with her and hasn't been more
than just a slight stomachache.
“Lucky her… ”
"It was a tad inconsiderate of us," the top of Weiss’ head popped up next to
Ruby. I couldn’t even see her eyes. It must suck being short.
"No worri- ugh…" I tried to talk but Blake massaged deeper into my shoulders
and I thought I could see heaven. Her hands were absolutely magic.
"Don't worry about it…" It was all I could say before I fell limp against the
bed. I stopped thinking when Blake slid her hands under my shirt and used the
heel of her palms to press against my kidneys. God that hurt so good.
"Blake a bit-"
"Lower, I know I'm getting there."
She finally made it there and Dust, I melted in her hands. I have the best
teammates.
***** Bonding *****
Chapter Summary
     Who actually likes doing their homework?
Two more days of the same routine and I'd fallen in love with Blake's hands. I
think Blake kinda fell in love with my back or something, because she really
liked doing it. It was our own little time to bond, but I started to feel bad
by the beginning of the fourth day. I felt like I was using her.
"You don't have to do this," I sighed softly into my pillow.
"Shh… What did I say about talking," she hissed softly in my ear. I whined
playfully into my pillow until she worked her way to my biceps. Dust, that was
amazing.
I told Blake I was fine when the cramps stopped the next morning. She nodded
and finished getting dressed. I was sure the massages would stop. Plus, I had
to catch up on my work! When class ended I went straight to the dorm for the
fifth day in a row. I sat at my desk and started a report Professor Port had
assigned two days ago. Beowolf behavior and how someone could track them down
without alerting them that you were on their trail. I was about halfway done
when I felt slender fingers wrap themselves around my shoulders right where
they meet my neck.
"Blake… you don't have to do this anymore." My words came out as gentle moans.
Dust she's great.
"Shh… What'd I say about talking?" Her breath was cool against the back of my
neck and I felt the goosebumps start to form as she spoke. They spread down my
arms and I couldn't help but squirm.
She put a little pressure against my muscles and I melted. She'd found a
certain spot that made me groan embarrassingly loud yesterday and I had a
feeling she'd turn it into a new game. She dug the pads of her fingers against
sensitive muscles for a while and got a lot more groans out of me. When she got
tired of that, she decided to use her knuckles down my back pressing against my
spine and I was absolutely positive I'd need to pay her from now on. She found
a spot that was pretty ticklish and I flinched away from her hands, arching my
back. I felt it crack in about seven different places.
"Oh god Blake, yes…" I leaned my head back a bit and rested it against her
shoulder. I smiled and stuck my tongue out at her. She grinned back and went
back to making me melt. Her fingers attacked my sides and I had to scrunch my
face up in concentration not to groan again. It was all a trap.
She picked me up in her hands and set me down on her sheets so fast.
"Blake!" I squirmed playfully and tried to turn around to face her. All of this
was just way too much.
"It's easier here... Don't argue." Her hands found their way into my shirt. Her
nails scratched down my back and I shivered.
"Are you okay," she asked softly.
"Mhmm…" I groaned softly into her pillow. It smelled just like her- sweet
licorice and berry scented shampoo, with the smell of textbook pages sprinkled
in.
"Good." She lifted the back of my shirt and massaged even more intensely. The
heels of her palms dug in deep and she made sure to hit that spot a couple of
times. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I almost didn't feel her
fingers unclasp my bra.
Almost...
I wanted to speak up, but I didn't want to ruin the massage. She definitely
didn't have to be so thorough… I felt the straps slip away from my body and her
hands went to kneading my back. She kept going for almost an hour. I was sure
Ruby and Weiss had already finished class, but I couldn't even think about
where they might be. The only things on my mind were Blake, her hands and- the
damn report! I reached behind me and patted the backs of her hands, letting her
know it was time to stop. She let me go with a sigh and I reached around my
back and clipped myself back up. Can't let the girls descend from shadows.
"Thanks, Blake." She nodded and crossed her legs, hugging her knees close to
her chest. Her ears twitched and I could see red blush fading from her cheeks.
"I uh… I'll go finish my homework…?"
***** Heroines *****
Chapter Summary
     Do you wanna play a game?
"Wonder twin powers, activate!" Ruby and I bumped fists with our brand new
cereal box rings. She had her cloak on over her t-shirt and a cut-out bandana
over her eyes she was wearing like a mask. She’d always enjoyed doing the whole
superhero thing. I kinda just went along for the ride.
"We have to save the Princess of Schnee from the evil Dark Shadow," she pounded
her fist into an open hand, like they do in the X-Ray & Vav comics.
"It's heiress actually." I couldn't help but chuckle at Blake's interruption.
"This is so juvenile…" Weiss sighed as she continued filing her nails. She
really wasn't embracing her role all too well.
"Weiss! You're tied up! You're not supposed to talk." Ruby crossed her arms and
hushed her.
"Why did I volunteer for this…" Weiss sighed and rolled her eyes. She was
sitting on top of the dresser, her feet barely reaching the ground. She just
really didn't look like she was having too much fun, but she was being nicer
than normal about it.
Ruby and I closed our eyes and counted to thirty. The idea was to give Blake
enough time to hide in the dorm.
"Okay, Blake, you ready?" It was quiet. I guess that was the signal.
Ruby took the lead, rushing to the other side of the room and- whoosh!
She was so fast!
I barely spun out of the way, Ruby used her semblance to try and zip around
her, but Blake just managed to touch her shoulder.
"Ah! I'm tagged!"
“Untag her or go for Weiss…?”
I side-stepped Blake's rush at me and tapped Ruby on the head. Blake was fast
and the only way to get to Weiss without losing the game would be to be faster
than her. Ruby was our only shot! I jumped at Blake, trying to trap her into a
bear hug, but her reflexes almost always made charges like that impossible. She
activated her semblance and I ended up grabbing one of her shadow clones. I
watched as Blake whipped her ribbon, wrapping it around Ruby's arm, pulling my
sis towards her. Ruby was so close to Weiss, we couldn't lose now!
With Blake focused on Ruby I saw my chance. I grabbed her from behind-
SHADOW CLONE!
Blake whipped her ribbon and sent Ruby flying back against the far wall. Then
she turned around and tackled me, pinning me to the ground. It totally caught
me off guard. I was staring up into her bright, amber eyes as she held my
wrists down against the ground. Her dark hair framed her face in the cutest
way. Her shirt was new, this one a bit more low cut than her usual pick and I
could see some killer collarbone…
“Is she blushing?”
"I got Weiss!"
Blake snapped up as Ruby called out and slid off of me and settled on the
ground.
"Three points for Strawberry Sunrise! We win!"
***** Espionage *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang follows Blake to make sure she's okay.
I hadn't seen Blake in like, three days. Well, I'd definitely seen her, but she
was making a point to come in around bedtime or when we were busy with stuff.
Weird.
I didn’t know why it bothered me so much. We were definitely close friends-
teammates- partners! But it's not I was used to seeing her all the time like I
was with Ruby. I just… I liked seeing her. I liked talking to her. She was
really smart and laid back and kind of dorky and was just fun to have around.
The fact that in the past three days the most I'd seen of her is when she’d
slink into the room at two in the morning… it bugged me.
“Did Weiss piss her off again? Was she mad at me?”
"I'll get to the bottom of this." After class the next day Sherlock Xiao Long
was on the case! A knit hat hid my hair and a big jacket I borrowed from Jaune
covered my clothes; I’d be totally invisible. I followed Blake straight from
her last class to the cafeteria. She ate her lunch while I tried my best to
hide behind a vending machine, before I followed her outside.
“Where is she going?”I followed a decent distance behind her, hiding behind
whatever I could to be sneaky. Duck behind a statue. Slink behind a column.
Disappear behind-
Wham!
That was unnecessarily the loudest sound I'd heard in my life. The garbage can
slammed against the floor and spilled out dozens of marbles all over the floor
before I could catch it. Luckily, Blake didn't look back. She was way too busy
concentrating on something as she walked into a smaller building on campus.
I followed her through a long hallway with tons of doors on each side, and she
paused for a second to read the numbers on each door she passed. She stopped
about halfway down the hallway and held her hand out to knock on the right hand
door. I couldn't read the number from where I was standing. I tried to move up
to-
She whipped her head to her left, then right. I hid behind a vending machine
just before she looked in my direction. She knocked twice and a bubbly looking
professor opened the door like she'd been expecting her. Blake smiled and
walked inside, shutting the door behind her.
I ran up to the door after waiting a few minutes. ‘Guidance Counselor Wheat’
was written on a plaque on the door.
“The Guidance Counselor? We have a Guidance Counselor? Weird.”
***** Isolation *****
Chapter Summary
     Blake's being distant again...
I decided to wait for Blake to come out. There was no way she spent allher time
at the Guidance Counselor's, there must’ve been something else she was doing
that explained her being away for so long during the day. I found a good hiding
spot behind a banner that hung down from the ceiling and waited for her to
leave. I climbed it nearly all the way to the top and waited. And waited. And
waited some more. I watched Headmaster Ozpin walk down the hallway after
waiting almost an hour. Professor Oobleck followed almost fifteen minutes after
him. I silently hoped Professor Goodwitch wouldn't come around- she'd find me
up there for sure.
Four hours later and my arms were burning. I was running out of energy and
patience waiting for Blake to come back out. I was considering just walking
inside the office and finding out what was going on in there before I saw the
door swing open. I hid behind the banner as Blake walked out into the hallway.
"Thank you so much, Professor Wheat… I'll be back tomorrow." Blake looked down
at the ground, holding some books close to her chest.
"Please, come back as often as you need. And chin up, Miss Belladonna. I trust
you'll figure things out in a way that benefits you all."
"Thank you…" Blake's eyes were red and I was almost sure she'd been crying, but
that was impossible. Blake doesn't cry. Blake nodded and clutched at her books
even tighter. I looked at the books with a little more interest and realized it
was just one book. A binder that held something that looked like a magazine and
a beige pamphlet. Professor Wheat gave her a quick hug before Blake walked
away. Her heels clacked quickly on the hardwood floor as she left the building.
“I've gotta see what's in that binder.” 
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She avoided us all that night, too. I walked in about fifteen minutes after she
did and Ruby said she was already showering- Weiss was already asleep. I waited
patiently on my bunk for her to come out of the bathroom. When she finally did,
she had her headphones on and was listening to loud music. It was obvious she
was trying to drown out anyone who might try to talk to her. She climbed into
her bunk and fell asleep pretty quickly. I sighed and scanned the room for the
binder, the beige paper or even the magazine. I couldn't find them anywhere.
“I'll have to look while she’s away.”
If it was something that could make her cry… something she had to see the
Guidance Counselor about every afternoon… Something that got her so upset she
couldn't tell me or Weiss or Ruby…
“What if she was getting kicked out of school?”
"I'll find out tomorrow."
***** Discovery *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang finally discovers what's been bothering Blake.
By the time I got back from classes the next day, Blake had already left our
dorm and gone off somewhere. I waited for Ruby and Weiss to go to the cafeteria
with Team JNPR before I started looking for the mystery binder. I searched
everywhere for it. Under her bed, under her pillow, in her backpack. I checked
everywhere Blake might hide something as big as the binder and then double
checked just to make sure.
“Maybe she brought it with her?” I groaned angrily as I realized that she
must've taken everything with her. Whatever it was, it was so important she
couldn't even trust us not to- wait!Trust...
I felt so dirty as I pulled the book out of her bookshelf. She'd hidden it on a
shelf behind the rest of her books, but I found it after looking less than a
minute. I hated this. Sneaking around, doing the one thing Blake had promised
me not to do. But there it was, sticking out from between a couple of pages
like a bookmark. The beige pamphlet. I opened the book and memorized the page
number before I slipped the pamphlet out.
The pamphlet looked nice, freshly printed and still crisp. Two guys were
smiling and holding hands on the cover page and a rainbow flag was in the upper
left corner of the front page. The title was printed in big, looping letters.
Am I Gay?
I had to read that a couple of times before I really understood what I was
holding. I was one hundred percent sure this was the same pamphlet Blake had
carried with her books, but…
"Well she's managed to hide more from us." I chuckled softly. Thinking back, I
guess it probably made sense. Even Ruby was slowly growing more and more
interested in boys, and Weiss and I talked all the time... but Blake never
really talked about guys much with me. That wasn't a really huge indication,
but, Dust, even the book I was holding was proof that Blake might see girls as
sexually attractive.
But why would she hide that from us? Why would she go through so much effort to
avoid us and make sure we'd never find out this little part of her? Was she
really that afraid we'd treat her differently? Even after the Faunus thing?
I sighed softly and read through the pamphlet. It was pretty good information
about sexual orientations and how best to understand your own. Using all the
tips, I could tell it worked pretty well, because I got an amazingly accurate
answer of mostly heterosexual. I closed the pamphlet and slipped it back
between the proper pages. I returned the book back where it belonged and
started trying to decide on the best way to approach her about this.
"Should I let her bring it up herself?" No, that didn't sound like a good idea.
She'd been avoiding us for the past four days because she didn't think we'd
accept her.
“What should I do?”
***** Truths *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang ACTUALLY finds out what's been bothering Blake.
Saturday. I woke up around twelve in the afternoon before starting another
pillow war with Ruby while she waited to leave with Weiss and Pyrrha to the
cafeteria for breakfast.
"Are you sure you don't wanna come, sis," Ruby asked again. She was still kind
of uncomfortable being around so many older kids without me. I normally love
going with her places anyway, but this time...
"Nah… I'm okay…" I yawned and rolled over. There was no way I was leaving my
bed. Ruby sighed and followed Weiss out of the door as they went to grab
Pyrrha. I tried falling back to sleep before I heard Blake clear her throat on
her bunk underneath me.
"Hey, Yang?"
"Yeah, Blake?" I rolled over and caught her eyes. They always glowed a bit in
dim light, and it made them look so much brighter. She was wearing a different
yukata than normal, this one was black and red and had a cute ladybug pattern.
The black and red pattern suddenly made me think.
“Blake and Ruby are really close…”
My mind kicked into overdrive, thinking of all of the time Blake and Ruby had
spent together. And they spent a lot of time together. During class, at the
library, during training… All the massages she'd given me trying to butter me
up for just this occasion? All the time they'd spend book shopping on the
weekends?
I didn’t know what to do- I froze. How do you tell someone 'I know you want to
date my little sister?' But I had to talk about it. This was so important, not
just because Blake and I were teammates, but because Ruby was my sister.
"Would you like another massage?"
I snapped back to reality, realizing I'd been staring into Blake's eyes the
whole time. I blinked quickly, trying to wipe away the obvious look of shock
that must've been on my face.
"Why," I asked quickly. I honestly don’t think I meant to sound so defensive
about it.
"… umm…" I'd never asked her why before. I'd never said anything but yes when
she offered to give me a massage and now she looked a little confused.
"They relax me. Giving them helps me clear my head," she mumbled softly.
“A likely story!”
"Sure. Come on up." Blake smiled at the invitation, climbed up onto my bed and
straddled my waist. My shirt and bra were off right away, and she'd even
brought lotion? I sighed softly. She really didn't need to do any of this. If
there was anyone I trusted with dating Ruby, it'd be Blake. I opened my mouth
to say something, but right when I did her hands started their work on my back.
Dust, they were magical…
I groaned as she massaged deeper and deeper, sinking her hands into my muscles.
I couldn't help but shiver.
She went on for nearly an hour. The lotion warmed my skin as she massaged me
and I was almost positive I'd died and gone to heaven. I didn't even mind as
her hands started to travel a little lower. She was right at the small of my
back, less than an inch from awkward territory, but she'd never gone this low
before and it felt great. Was Blake really willing to go this far just to
butter me up? I sighed softly and decided there really wouldn’t be a ‘good’
time to talk to her about this.
“Better now than never.”
"Yang?" She had perfect timing. She'd got me before I'd even taken a breath to
speak.
"Yeah, Blake?"
"Would you mind if I brushed your hair?" Her fingertips ghosted along my spine
as she spoke.
"Huh?" No one had asked to do that since… Well, a long, long time.
"I noticed you haven't used the brush Weiss gave you… I asked Ruby about your
hair once and she said it was hard for you to brush alone. May I help?" Brush
my hair? It'd been so long since someone else had done it for me. So long since
I've heard that familiar voice tell me just how much she loved me. How
beautiful my hair was and how much she loved to brush it… I didn't want to say
no, but the emotions were already coming out like a shaken Schnee Cola.
"Um… okay," I coughed softly as I spoke, doing my best to keep my voice from
cracking. Blake slid off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She was back
pretty quickly, the yellow and brown brush clutched tight in her hand. She sat
behind me and brushed for about almost fifteen minutes while I tried to keep a
handle on my emotions. The bristles were hard and long, but supple and each
brushstroke gently ran through my hair without yanking too hard at my curls and
knots. It just reminded me so much of mom…
Why was she doing this? This had to go beyond just buttering me up. Unless she
didn't know how much this meant to me. Which I really doubted considering the
care she put into each brushstroke.
“Focus, Yang. Ruby and Blake.”
"Blake?"
"Yes, Yang?" She never stopped brushing and I was so, so thankful for that.
"Remember how you hid being a Faunus from us for so long?" I was definitely
beating around the bush, but I hadn’t exactly had enough time to plan out this
conversation. She didn't answer and kept brushing my hair, and I hated that she
was behind me because I couldn’t see her face to guess what she was thinking.
"I was just wondering if anyone else was hiding something important they'd like
to share. Or if you were hiding anything else." That last question might've
totally destroyed any chance of being subtle.
"… what do you mean?" Again, she never stopped brushing, but I was positive
that she was on to me.
"Like… uh... what if Weiss is a murderer?"
"Probably as likely as Ruby actually being a superhero." She started brushing a
bit slower now, as if she knew I was up to something with the questions I was
asking.
"True. But you're the mistress of mystery. Anything else you might be hiding,
Blake?" I tried to turn my head to look up at her but she didn't stop brushing,
forcing me to keep my face in my pillow.
"Is this your way of telling me you followed me to the guidance counselor's
office?"
“Oops.”
"Uh… maybe," I responded sheepishly.
"And why were you following me?" Her brushing slowed even more. Her grip
changed and suddenly she was catching my knots just a little more painfully.
"I was worried about you. I thought you might've gotten kicked out of Beacon!"
"Thought ? What do you think now?" Her voice sounded like she was just barely
containing a hint of anger.
"Uh…" She stopped brushing. I could almost feel her glaring into the back of my
head. She was mad I'd followed her and she probably figured I knew about her
little problem. If I didn't tell her I was okay with her dating Ruby now she'd
probably hate my guts.
“Now or never, Xiao Long.”
"It's okay… it's okay if you want to date Ruby." Probably not the best way to
put it, but it was short, sweet and to the point. She was quiet. I couldn't
even hear her breathe.
"You don't have to massage me, or brush my hair. I trust you… although I'm not
sure if Ruby is-"
"Yang… stop." She was definitely pissed now. Her voice had changed from it's
normal, airy mystery to a raspy snarl.
“I fucked up.”
"Blake, I'm just-"
"Yang. Look at me." I slipped my shirt back on and didn't really know what to
expect. Gambol Shroud pointed at my head? Anger? Rage? Anything but the shaking
hands and red eyes that lead to tears.
"Blake?" I was so worried that I’d said something wrong-
"It's not Ruby."
I looked at her, a little confused.
“If it's not Ruby, and it's not Sun…”
"Is it Weiss?! How could you-"
"Yang! Please… just… give me a moment." Blake sighed and wiped her eyes with
the back of her hand. On instinct I reached up and hugged her. I wasn't
surprised she let me hug her, but nuzzling into my chest wasn't something I'd
expected. I was just so positive she’d be angry with me, I didn’t understand
how she could be so nonchalant about everything.
"I haven't even finished talking this out with the counselor…" She looked down
at the ground, her ears wiggling slightly. I guess she was still gathering her
thoughts.
"Yang… we've been friends for a while," she finally started
"Yeah?"
“Where is she going with this? If it's not Ruby or Weiss… maybe she needs my
help with Velvet? Does she even know Velvet that well? Or maybe she isn't even
sure if she is gay and I totally just labeled her by assuming-”
"In the forest… that Ursa…" She cleared her throat and looked me dead in the
eyes, her amber pair looking deep into mine. The pieces finally fell into place
and the realization hit me like an airship.
“Ooooooh.”
"Yang, I've realized I've been having feelings for you. Like… romanticfeelings.
It was just a crush at first… You came over to me with your sister and I just
didn't know what to say… I watched you land in the Emerald forest and I
followed you… I don't regret it, I've made wonderful friends but… you… We've
spent so much time together, I tried to make it stop but I… It's just gotten
out of control recently. You obviously don't have to reciprocate them, but it's
how I feel. I just thought you should know… I didn't know how to tell you."
I stared at her a long while. I could tell just how hard that was for her.
Putting herself out on the line like that…
“Say something, you idiot.”
"Blake, I… I'm not-"
"I know, Yang… I know you're not. And you don't have to be... Honestly, I just
really enjoy spending time with you. That's more than enough for me."
That was the most adorable thing anyone's ever said to me.
"Thanks, Blake," I said softly. I wanted to hug her again, but I didn’t know if
that’d be mean or leading her on. She nodded quickly, looking down at my
sheets.
"Can I continue brushing your hair," she asked quietly.
"Sure thing."
***** Headway *****
I woke up in a hot sweat. Everything was hot again. My skin was burning and
sweat was pouring down me in waves. At least my sheets weren't on fire. I
sighed and took a few deep breaths to wake myself up before remembering that
I’d planned on trying something different the next time my Aura acted up. I'd
been keeping a thermos full of ice water by the foot of the bed for a couple of
days for just the occasion. I pressed the cold metal against my throat, hoping
my plan would work.
“Hmm… no steam.” That was a good sign. It meant I wasn't as hot as I thought I
was. I held the thermos there with both hands for a few minutes and I could
feel my body slowly getting cooler. Professor Port was teaching us about blood
vessels in the human body last week. The class was about where best to apply
pressure to an injured teammate to stop them from bleeding out. There're a lot
of blood vessels in the hands and throat, which is why it's so easy to bleed
out if you're injured there. I used that knowledge to find out where best to
apply my cold water bottle. And it was working.
I was glad I'd finally found a way to quickly deal with the side-effects of my
Aura, but I was still grossly sweaty. I'd decided to head to the shower anyway
and was about to roll out of bed before I heard sniffles. I looked over to Ruby
but she was definitely asleep. Weiss was tucked under her covers like a
sleeping princess. Her allergies hadn't acted up for almost a week and a half
so it didn't make sense that she would be the one sniffling. I had to wait to
hear the sniffle again before I realized it was Blake. Was she sick?
I almost looked down to check on her before I heard the sob.
“Oh… Blake…”I couldn't get back to sleep, no matter how hard I tried. Even
after the sobbing stopped, it was just too difficult. Knowing that she was
crying and I couldn't comfort her.
“I'd probably just make it worse.” I decided to talk to her the next day, and
fell asleep with every intention on waking up before her.
Of course she woke up long before I did and showered while Ruby used the other
stall. Then she was gone before I finished my shower. She was gone that
afternoon, too. Most likely back to Professor Wheat's office where I definitely
couldn't follow her.
I sighed as I curled up in my bed. I felt like shit.
"Would you like to come with Ren, Nora, Ruby and I to eat lunch, Yang?"
"Uh… sure, Weiss." I was glad Nora came along. She would take the attention
away from me being quiet the whole meal- I needed the time to think. Nora was
good at filling awkward silences with conversation or stories. Unfortunately
even she had her limits and finally fell silent after accidentally suggesting
she'd marry Ren.
"Hey, have you guys noticed Blake hasn't been around a lot recently," Ruby
asked before swallowing a cookie whole. I automatically reached for my hair.
Just hearing about it made me anxious.
"She's told me she's been spending more time training at the gym," Weiss
answered, nibbling on a carrot stick.
"That's weird… she normally comes to the gym with the team… Did you two get in
a fight again?" Ruby pointed another cookie at Weiss accusingly before taking a
bite out of it.
"We most certainly have not!"
I really didn't feel hungry anymore. Listening to them talk just sapped my
appetite. How could I tell them that I was the reason Blake had become so
distant recently. I was her partner.
“I'll go to the gym. It'll take my mind off of everything.”I waited for
everyone else to finish their food before I dumped my tray and started walking
out of the cafeteria. Weiss and Ruby followed me out as I opened the big,
swinging doors just to bump into my partner.
"Oh, hey Blake! We were just talking about you," Ruby said. I couldn't meet
Blake's eyes. I was just so embarrassed for her and myself. I felt so guilty.
"Oh? Were you?" She didn't sound upset or mad or angry. I finally looked up to
catch her eyes and she actually looked… fine.
"Yeah. It was… nothing big," I mumbled softly.
"Hmm…" She had this weird smile on her face. Like she was happy… Had I just
imagined her sobbing last night?
“No way…”
She said goodbye and walked into the cafeteria.
“I need to go to the gym.”
I was a panting, sweating mess by the time I finished pounding the sand out of
a dozen punching bags. Ruby was taking a nap by the time I got back and Weiss
was working on her part of a group project Dr. Oobleck had assigned to us.
Great. Whenever Weiss was doing school work she was oblivious to the world.
Last, I checked for Blake, but, glancing at her empty bed, I figured she was
still at Professor Wheat's.
I quietly peeled myself out of my sticky clothes and wrapped them up in my arm.
I grabbed my towel and had almost finished wrapping it around myself before the
door to the bathroom swung open. Blake was in the doorway looking right at me,
wet hair clinging to her face.
“Awkward.”
Her face went red almost instantly, but she didn't exactly look away. I rushed
to finish covering myself and stepped past her, into the bathroom. Honestly I
was just trying to hide the color in my own cheeks.
"Cat got your tongue, Yang?"
I looked back and stared at her like she'd grown a second and third head.
Did Blake just make a pun?
***** Closure *****
Blake sat beside me in class the next day. She was quiet and mysterious again.
She even came with the rest of the team to the gym to train and ate dinner with
us. The next day she sat next to Weiss and the day after that across from Ruby
and I. Then she was talking with Pyrrha, then with Sun. The weekend came and
she was reading a fairy tale with Ruby.
“Back to her usual self.”
Two weeks of this routine. Like everything was back to normal.
It was driving me crazy.
It was like our conversation never even happened!
We just went back to the same routine. There was no talk about how I felt about
the whole situation. No discussion with the rest of the team. Nothing!
“Does she really even feel that way? Was she just joking!”
I couldn't take this silence anymore. I had to talk to her. This was killing
me.
Almost three weeks since our talk and I finally had the perfect opportunity.
She was reading in her bed. Weiss had just left to go to the library and Ruby
had gone with Jaune, Nora and Ren to play basketball.
I looked down from my top bunk and cleared my throat, preparing myself for the
conversation I was about to have.
"Hey… Blake?"
"Yes, Yang," she looked up from her book quickly, eyes on mine.
"Can we talk?"
"Mhmm." She closed her book and patted her bed, but I couldn't sit down. I
hopped down off my bed and just stood on the balls of my feet, rocking softly
back and forth. I had too many bottled up emotions to just sit down and talk.
"Blake, are you okay?" That was probably the worst way to start this off. I'd
kick myself for it later.
"Um… Yes? Why?" Blake looked at me like she had no idea what I might've been
asking about. Like she didn't even remember the conversation.
"I'm just asking, because-"
"Would you like to sit down?" She patted the bed beside her again. I don't know
why that pissed me off so much...
"No. I don't want to sit right now! Blake, what's going on? Why aren't you
talking to me about this?" My voice wavered as I tried my hardest not to shout
and to keep my eyes from changing color.
"About what, Yang? I don't know what you mean..."
"What do you mean, what do I mean?! Blake, we haven't talked about you since
our last talk, weeks ago!" I was failing pretty bad at the whole ‘not shouting’
thing.
"About… me?" Blake cocked her head at me like she still didn't understand what
I was talking about.
"Yes!"
"Yang… I don't understand. I'm fine-"
"What about me?! " I was shaking, and I could tell I’d lost control of my eye
color. Flames were beginning to pour off my skin and I felt hotter than ever.
Oops.
"Yang, I'm sorry. I didn't think to ask you…" I guess it finally clicked for
her. Why I was so mad…
"You seemed so okay about it…"
"Well, I'm not anymore!" She flinched away from me like I'd punched her. I
kinda felt bad that she was even a little scared of me to flinch away like
that… I took a couple breaths to calm down and get my Aura back under control.
"Blake, did you just expect me to forget about it? What am I supposed to do?"
"Yang… what do you think you're supposed to do?"
"I don't know!" I was shaking even more now. How was this so easy for her?
Hadn't she just admitted her feelings for me?
Blake sighed and patted the bed beside her again. I bit my lip and crossed my
arms, just being stupidly defiant. She did it one last time before I gave in
and sat next to her.
"Yang… I'm sorry, but I can't change my feelings for you. I can't stop liking
you… but are you really upset about this? I'd expect this from someone like
Cardin-"
"Upset?! You think I'm mad at you? For likingme?!" I could tell I’d lost
control of my Aura all over again.
“She thinks I'm mad that she's gay. I can't believe this.”
"Aren't you," she asked me. Her ears twitched as someone slammed a door out in
the hallway.
"Now I'm furious! Did you honestly think I would be mad that you liked me? What
kind of person do you think I am?!"
"Yang, I can't know how you feel unless you tell me… It's the same way you
couldn't know how I felt until I told you." That made sense… but I was still
upset she'd think I was such a shitty person.
"So what do you feel?"
What did I feel…
"I'm embarrassed."
"Why?" She looked really nice. Her legs were crossed, her arms folded. Like a
cute model posing for a photo shoot.
"You saw me naked." I couldn't help but let out a shaky breath. The situation
itself was kind of funny.
"Sorry about that…" Blake patted my thigh softly, her fingers on my skin for
the least amount of time possible.
"That's not your fault… I should've just taken them off in the shower anyway…"
Her ears twitched again as someone else slammed a door. I had no idea what was
going on outside, but it must've been loud.
"I'm embarrassed for you, too," I admitted.
"Empathetic? Why?"
"I don't know… I'm just picturing myself in your place… I know what it feels
like to get rejected…" Well, I didn't… but a few guys and girls I knew back at
Signal made it very clear what it felt like when I rejected them.
"Yang, I'm fine. I'm actually happier than I've been in a long time. You said
no. It hurts but… I'm not entitled to your affection. And honestly, the
affection you already give me is more than enough."
That was unnecessarily cute…
"I feel awkward…"
"Why?"
"I'd never had anyone actually like me before. I mean… guys and girls have all
asked me out before but… they didn't even actually know me. You do and… I don't
know."
She looked up, staring at the bottom of my bunk. I wish I knew what she was
thinking.
"If it's any consolation I doubt I know you as well as you think I do. I
couldn't even tell you were having a hard time processing this. I'm sorry."
"Quit apologizing… it was my fault. I should've tried talking to you before.
Like you said…" I shrugged, trying to brush off the guilt I felt.
"No… I should've followed up with you about it. Professor Wheat even suggested
I should after I spoke to her about it. I thought I could just get through this
without following up and I did. I didn't understand that the follow up wasn't
necessarily for me…" She watched me for a bit, and I couldn't do anything but
stare at my toes.
"Anything else," she asked softly, her voice was all grumbly as she spoke so
low.
"… I'm sorry," I said after a long pause. I felt so stupid after all of this.
"Why?"
"For making this about me. For assuming you'd be embarrassed or something. That
was wrong of me…" I looked to her and I don't know what I expected. It
definitely wasn't the smile on her face, or the way her ears perk up when she's
happy.
"I'm fine, Yang. I was a member of the White Fang for years. Every day I had to
risk my life for 'the well being of Faunus everywhere.' We didn't have time to
feel. We were so busy being Faunus we didn't have time to be… human." I looked
into her eyes. She looked so happy, she was practically glowing. She reminded
me of Ruby when someone hands her a fresh baked batch of double chocolate chip
cookies.
"And then I met all of you. And Ruby's great and even Weiss is growing on me
and you… you make me the most pleasant kind of happy…"
I couldn't remember much of what happened after that. There was a hug. A smile.
A joke. Why did I feel worse?
***** Confusion *****
The next few days I tried to push this growing feeling aside, but there was
something really wrong…
"Today, class, you'll be working in pairs to identify specific weak points on
the Grimm on the models on your desks. Good luck." Professor Port's class was
always so damn boring- everything is a weak point when I'm punching it. I
looked to Weiss and somehow she'd finished the assignment before class and was
using the spare time to file her nails. Ruby ran to my side a moment later,
taking the empty seat beside me. Sometimes I'm still surprised by how fast she
is.
"Team Strawberry Sunrise," she held out an open hand for a low five.
"Team Strawberry Sunrise!"
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Blake was working with Velvet. I couldn't tell
what Grimm they'd been assigned, but whatever it was, it was a big one.
I glanced over my shoulder a lot that class. Blake met my eyes once and smiled.
I almost smiled back before Velvet placed a hand on Blake’s shoulder, tears in
her eyes while she laughed as quietly as she could. I'd never seen Velvet laugh
before. I'd never seen Blake smile so wide.
I'd never felt so uncomfortable.
***** Clarity *****
Gym, class, homework, projects. Dinner, RWBY/JNPR sleepover, lunch, breakfast-
for-lunch, showers, books.
Everything was back to normal between Blake and I, but nothing felt the same.
Why?
It was Blake. Just Blake.
Whenever she was around I just couldn't think straight.
No, that's not a fucking pun!
I wasn't sure what it was about her that'd changed. Or maybe nothing had
changed at all?
"What is it?"
I couldn't figure it out. I just couldn't put my finger on it. This feeling
that I'd been feeling…
I couldn't get to sleep most nights because I was thinking about what could
possibly be wrong. I honestly wasn't even sure if I felt differently about
Blake. Just that whatever feelings I'd had were stronger. Not being able to
figure it out totally sucked. It was like taking a test and totally blanking on
all of the answers.
I didn't end up piecing it together for another week.
I was at the gym, trying to vent all of my feelings out on a punching bag. I'd
been going to the gym often that week, sometimes twice a day. I'd destroyed
every punching bag in the gym and even dialed up a few course rooms. I didn't
care if my knuckles bled afterwards, I just needed to hit something.
Maybe it's her ears? No way it was just her ears. I'd stopped playing that
stupid game weeks ago. They wiggled. So what? Now they were just…
I sent a right hook into the punching bag and sand sprayed out like a fountain.
I didn't stop hitting it. I'd clean it up later.
Maybe it's the way she laughs with Velvet now?
Now, I wasn't jealous of her and Velvet… That was stupid. Blake was allowed to
have friends.
Maybe it's the way she reads to Ruby?
She'd started reading to her a lot more often. Fairy tales and fables and short
little stories that always ended in 'happily ever after.' It was just really
nice and sweet of her to do that when I didn't have the time to.
I punched the bag again, knocking it clear off the chains.
"Fuck!" I could feel everyone staring at me. I'd gone through seven bags in
less than an hour and everyone could tell there was something wrong. I could
hear the whispers and the under-the-breath giggles as people made jokes about
what could possibly be upsetting me.
I took a break to breathe. I was just so pissed that I couldn't figure
out why I was feeling so crummy.
Is it her hair? No, she'd kept the same hairstyle all year.
Is it her eyes? No, they were obviously the same eyes I'd met her with.
Is it the way she walks in her heels? Dust, she looked great in those heels.
The way her hips swayed and the way they made her posture so freaking perfect.
But it was more than the heels, because her leggings shaped her already perfect
legs just so damn beautifully. But it was more than her heels and the leggings.
More than her clothes. More than even the little black ribbon that I'd been
seeing less and less of wrapped around furry black ears. It was more than even
her butt-
Wait what?
Ooooooooooooh.
I guess it was a pun.
***** Growth *****
I went to Professor Wheat's office the next day. I could've gone to any other
counselor's office, but I wanted to talk to someone who knew Blake on a more
personal level. I knocked on the door and she smiled at me before leading me
inside her office. There was a small waiting room outside of whatever room she
actually used to talk with students, and a ton of magazines decorating a coffee
table. I noticed Schnee Magazine was on the top and I almost cracked a smile.
"Please watch your step," she warned me right before I'd almost tripped on the
doorstep. It was a bit higher than the rest of the floor and just caught the
tip of my boot. She held the door open for me and I walked inside. There were
tons of paintings and sculptures adorning her walls and shelves. The room
smelled like peppermint and baking bread and was warm and nicely lit. There
were two comfortable looking suede couches facing each other. She gestured to
one and I sighed softly as I sat down. I'd been planning this conversation all
night, but now that I was sitting in the room, I couldn't remember the plan at
all.
"Good afternoon, Miss Xiao Long. I'm Professor Wheat. I saw you'd requested an
urgent meeting, is there any emergency I can help you with?" Her voice was so
soothing- relaxed but pointed. I could tell she was great at her job.
"Yeah, I… um… you can call me Yang." I don't know why that had bothered me so
much. I hadn't planned for anything that didn't directly involved talking about
Blake, and here I was bothering about a name.
"Of course… Yang?" Her eyes lit up as she said my name, like she recognized me.
“Blake has probably told her all about me…”
"I, um…" I looked down at the ground. I'd been thinking about it all night. I
definitely liked guys. I'd even hooked up with a couple back at Signal. I'd
never even thought about girls romantically or sexually before. I just… I just
wasn't attracted to girls . But I was attracted to Blake. As ridiculous as it
sounds, I realized I was attracted to Blake and everything about her. Her
laugh, her smile, her eyes, her ears, the sweet scent of her breath and the
licorice smell that clung to her clothes…
"I have this teammate… I didn't think…" I felt a lump form in my throat. I
tried to swallow it down, but it wouldn't go away. I didn't think this would be
so hard. This wasn't what I'd planned for.
"Well… I like her… I didn't realize it until yesterday… I've been so stupid.
She told me she-"
I was interrupted by a knock on the door and I almost jumped out of my seat.
"One moment, Yang." She walked out of the therapy room and into the waiting
room. The door swung closed before I could see who was at the front door. I
didn't even realize I was shaking.
“How can this be so hard?” I wasn't used to being so… emotional.I didn't even
notice when Professor Wheat came back in and and took her seat across from me.
I was off in my head, staring at the bouquet of blooming white roses on one of
her shelves.
"Would you like to continue? Something happened yesterday?" I snapped out of my
thoughts, but words were still struggling to come to me.
"She… I don't know… it just happened. It just kinda, clicked!" None of this was
in the plan. I never made plans but now I couldn't just go with the flow like
before. Nothing was working and I was stuck and I just couldn't piece anything
together.
"Would you like to elaborate? I'll try to help you as well as I can." She
sounded sweet and genuine. I wondered how many times she'd dealt with these
kinds of problems before.
"Bla- the uh- the teammate. It just... clicked."
"Well, Yang, if you're looking for relationship advice-"
"It's not just that... it's not exactly a traditional relationship..." I meant
relationships between teammates. That was just… it didn't feel right. It could
cause a huge rift between the team if it ended badly. It could cause a rift
between us.
"Ah… I see. Well, if you feel you're questioning your sexuality, I have these
very helpful-"
"No! No… don't give me those pamphlets. I don't care about labels. It's not
about that."
"Then what isit about, Yang? I don’t think I’m following-"
"It's about Blake! It's about her, not girls! It's everything about her! I've
never felt this way about anyone before! Yesterday... I realized that it's not
just about girls or guys or genders... Life isn't about that! Life's too short
for that! It's about an individual, y'know? Like, Blake… oh Dust... I looked
her right in the eyes and said no. I actually said no! And it was a lie. It was
a lie then and it's a lie now. I thought I couldn't be attracted to her because
I wasn't attracted to girls, but I'm attracted to Blake. I only met her because
I was dragging my sister to try and be more social, but she was pulling and
begging me to stop and I would've!I totally would've stopped and left her alone
but I saw the girl she was talking about. I saw her reading some book and... I
think I kinda wanted her to look at me the way she was looking at that book." I
don’t know when I'd stood up during my little talk. My voice was cracking, my
eyes were red… I crossed my arms over my chest and awkwardly sat back down on
the couch.
"Sorry,” I said quickly. She nodded patiently and thought for a few seconds.
"How do you feel about your current interactions with her? After your talk?"
Her voice and questions started to calm me down as she spoke. I didn’t know if
she was specifically trying to or not, but it was definitely working if she
was.
"I feel terrible… we've been talking like everything's back to normal."
"Isn't it? Has there been a difference-"
"I don't want normal! I want… I want more. I want more from her, more from me…
More from us." The feeling of wanting to punch something resurfaced for a quick
second.
"More what?" She reached out and handed me a tissue. I hadn't even realized my
eyes were tearing up. I was really out of whack with my emotions.
"I don't know… a relationship. Maybe? I've never had a real one… I mean, I've
hooked up before, but… ugh..." It was so difficult to explain. My first few
boyfriends had been the hottest guys in school, but they'd all been so…
uneventful. They were nothing special. Just regular people with no shining
qualities. But Blake? Everything about her was just so amazing… I touched my
boot heels together, looking at the angle they made against the pattern of the
hardwood floor.
"Maybe you should ask Miss Belladonna if she still feels the same way towards
you?" She stopped trying to pretend she didn’t know who I was talking about. I
felt a lot more comfortable when she did.
"Hmm? How?" How could I just bring up that old conversation again? I didn't
want to make her uncomfortable about a situation she already assumed was
buried.
"Simply ask her if she still thinks of you as adamantly as you think of her."
She made it sound so easy.
"So like… just ask her out?"
"If you so choose."
"What if she says no?" I'd never asked anyone out before. It sounded like the
most unpleasant experience ever and I did not envy anyone who'd had to do it.
But me asking Blake out? Just thinking about it made my throat dry.
"You did. Blake seems fine."
"I… don't think I can do that."
"Why not?"
"I'm not as strong as she is. She handled everything so well… I don't think I
could even gather the courage to ask, let alone hear her say no…" I wanted to
punch things. Work out all of my gross emotions on some unlucky sandbag.
Professor Wheat waited a long time before asking her next question.
"Do you believe hearing a definitive answer could be as harmful to your
emotional well being as this… uncertainty?" This time, I had to think for a
while. Hearing Blake say no would suck, but… No way it could be worse than
this. We'd get over it. We were teammates, after all, and at least with a
definite answer I'd be able to go back to being her friend.
"No," I answered.
"Then I believe it might be best to ask…" It took a really long time before I
was able to look up. Her eyes were a really soft brown color that made her face
look genuine. I could read every emotion she was feeling through them, and she
honestly seemed so concerned and hopeful for me.
"… thanks Professor. Have you… have you ever asked anyone out before? Is it
hard?" Her eyes glanced over to the door behind me and I realized she'd
probably agreed to talk to me during her lunch break. Her next appointment must
be in the waiting room.
"Yang... I believe it's going to be a lot easier than you think."
That put the last fears I had about this to rest. I let out a deep sigh and
shook them out like old cobwebs.
“I'm gonna ask her.”
I was totally gonna ask Blake out. I was gonna track her down and find her and
scream my heart out to her. I was gonna tell her just how much I wanted to hug
her and hold her and kiss her and, Dust, even if I could just gaze into those
intense, amber eyes some more I'd be happy. I stood up and shook Professor
Wheat's hand, already walking towards the door.
“Where would she be right now? It's already after class. Maybe in the library-”
Bam!
I tripped over the stupid door-stop and landed face-first on the floor. I shook
it off and looked up embarrassedly, expecting to meet the eyes of someone who
was just as torn up as I was when I'd come in. Bright amber wasn't at all what
I'd been expecting...
"Had a nice fall?" Blake reached out a hand and I took it.
I hugged her so tight before I dusted myself off.
"You should probably Leave the puns to me, Blakey," I suggested.
"No promises."
***** Together *****
We talked for hours after we left Professor Wheat's office.
"Honestly, I'm a little nervous. What if it doesn't work out? We're still
partners..."
"Blake, don't be all pessimistic now." Her concern was something I'd already
considered. I figured it'd be best to just go with the flow.
"We'll cross that bridge if we ever have to get to it," I said. I really never
wanted to get to that bridge though.
Blake and I walked through every tower on campus. We stopped by every fountain
and walked up and down nearly every flight of steps.
"So have you ever-"
"Yang, please stop." Blake was blushing as she interrupted me. To be fair, it
was a pretty personal question.
"Come on, Blakey. You can tell me." I nudged her playfully. I really wanted to
know. Not in a 'I need to know because it affects our relationship' kind of
way, but in a 'I'd like to know because it's something fun to talk about' kind
of way. Her ears twitched as she clutched her books tighter against her chest.
She sighed before finally mumbling under her breath.
"Once or twice… maybe more..." I hugged her tight when she finally answered,
definitely not a reaction she'd been expecting.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one!" Her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment.
"What!"
"Oh, come on, Blake. I'm seventeen years old! Of course I've masturbated, who
hasn't by our age? But it might've been a bit more than once or twice." I
chuckled. I didn't mind talking about this with her. I didn't mind at all.
"You won't have to do that from now on," she grinned and nuzzled my neck, lips
brushing the shell of my ear. I was locked in place, jaw open in shock as she
walked ahead of me. I don't think I've ever blushed in my life, but I was
positive I was doing it now.
"H-hey! Wait up!"
"Crap, I've gotta tell Ruby." Just thinking about that conversation felt
terrifying. Hey, sis, nice sweater, by the way I'm dating our teammate, oops!
"You won't have to tell her alone." She wrapped one of her hands around mine,
amber eyes burning wickedly intense.
"I… I'd like that," I nodded slowly.
It was long after dark and we were still circling campus.
"Blake, it's not a label you should care about!" I couldn't believe she'd even
brought this up! It was such a ridiculous problem I didn't even want to talk
about it.
"But it's still another label, Yang..."
"Blake, I don't mind. And I dare someone to try and do something to either of
us." I wasn't afraid. The only people who were against same-sex couples were
disgusting old people born generations ago, anyway. Their words meant nothing
to me and our generation. Their ideologies and prejudices would die with them.
"It's not the actions that hurt the most, Yang." Blake looked down at the
ground. Her bow twitched and I was reminded that same-sex couples might not be
a problem in this day and age, but a Faunus dating a human… There'd be
disgusting whispers and rumors about both of us...
"Blake. I don't care that you're a Faunus. I don't care that I'm probably
bisexual. You're gorgeous. I'm gorgeous. Let's be gorgeous together. That's all
there is to it." She hugged me tightly as we walked and I wrapped an arm around
her waist. I guess that was all I needed to say.
Seven hours later we'd made it to our dorm just after curfew.
"Open the door, Rubbles! We need to get in!" I banged impatiently on the door.
If Professor Goodwitch caught us out of our dorm at this time...
"No, go away! This is myroom now."
Blake finally found her Scroll in her bag and swiped us inside.
"Prepare to meet your doom, Ruby Rose!" I growled loudly, pointing at my sister
who was eating some tortilla chips.
"Yang, I met you forever ago," she rolled her eyes, throwing a chip at me.
"Silence, mortal! Prepare to taste oblivion," I continued, grabbing the chip
before it hit me and crushing it in my fist.
"Yang, what on Remnant are you going on about," Weiss asked. She stuck her head
from out of the bathroom, clearly she'd been doing something important in
there.
"Your doom!"
I looked back in shock. I think we all looked in shock.
"Blake... did you just introduce Weiss to her doom?"
Oh, this is gonna be great.
***** Distractions *****
Everything was finally back to normal. Well… better than normal… things were
perfect.
Except homework. That got a whole lot worse.
"How on Remnant do they expect us to get all these projects done at once and
still keep up with our combat training?" Weiss growled and almost snapped her
pencil in half in a very un-Weiss-like way.
"I give up. I'll become a hobo." I yawned loudly and threw my book down in
frustration. It that time of the year where studying for midterms was in full
swing and I just didn't have it in me to study as hard as I needed to.
"I'm exhausted…" Blake rested her hand on mine. It was an absentminded, barely
there touch. I looked down at our hands just to make sure it was actually
happening and she smirked softly before nuzzling my cheek. She knew what it did
to me. We'd barely been dating a week but she knew exactly how to make my heart
race. She felt my pulse quicken and a smug smile crossed her face again.
"Maybe we could do Professor Port's project? It's a lot of work, but it should
be the easiest…" Ruby looked through her organizer, checking each project we
had to do.
I think we all sighed in exasperation. Doing Professor Port's project would
mean starting an entirely new project, even if it was easier. But Ruby did have
a pretty good point. Either way, I really didn't want to get up. It'd mean
Blake letting go of my hand, which was something I was pretty reluctant to let
happen.
We both got out of my bed and grabbed the books we'd need. I'd never reached
for my binder so quickly.
When we'd climbed back on my bed, we sat back to back, leaning against each
other. Just feeling her there was enough for me, even if I couldn't see her.
Even if we weren't talking.
But there was just so much work to do. We spent the next three days working on
projects, reports and other assignments, all while studying for midterms.
Somehow Blake and I still found time for hand holding and awkwardly gazing at
one another for maybe a couple seconds too long. I thought it was pretty funny
when that happened. I once caught her staring at my thighs for a solid minute.
She'd caught me staring at her collarbones on six different occasions.
Three days of this and we we'd finally finished the last of our assignments. We
handed them allin, even the ones that weren't due until the next day. We were
just glad to be free.
"Thank Dust that's over," I never wanted to see another piece of homework for
as long as I lived.
***** Transcendence *****
It was finally Friday.
The weekend. Weekends are great.
Blake and I finally got around to speaking to Ruby. She was practically buzzing
as we told her.
"Guys, oh my Dust, I'm so happy for you two! Blake you're gonna love Yang oh my
gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"
We also decided to tell Weiss. She was a bit less excited.
"Make sure this relationship doesn't affect this team, you two."
Blake and I had decided to go back to the clearing by the river. Winter was
starting in Remnant and the fireflies would be putting on their last few shows
before the adults died off. Blake had wanted to see it one last time and I
couldn't think of a better way to spend our official first date. We grabbed a
picnic blanket, and a couple of books and loaded them onto Bumblebee before we
left.
We got there just before sunset. The fireflies were just starting. The little
pinpoints of light started off as just a few dozen different bugs, but the rest
of the clearing quickly woke up, shining their lights bright. It was like
watching thousands of stars flicker into and out of existence every few
seconds. I wrapped an arm around Blake's waist and held her close to my side,
just in case she got cold.
We'd been quietly watching the show for about a half hour before I realized
Blake was kinda distracted from the actual show.
"Blake?"
"Yes?" She looked away, pretending to have been interested in a nearby tree.
"You're doing it again." I smirked, nuzzling her cheek playfully.
"Doing what?" I could feel her start to blush. Her ears twitched less and less
and a purr started from deep in her chest.
"Avoiding me…" I pulled away to give her some space. I wanted to make sure she
was okay. Make sure that she didn't have a problem with any of this. She met my
eyes after a while, looking coy.
"Sorry, I… was lost in thought."
"What kind of thoughts?" I asked curiously. It was just a question and I didn't
really mean anything by it, but when her face went red as Ruby's cloak, I
realized it was a lot more than just a question.
Oooooooooh. Those kinds of thoughts.
I reached down and took her hands in mine. I entwined our fingers together and
stroked her palms with my thumbs. It was nice, gentle contact that I knew she
wouldn't shy away from. Wouldn't make her too uncomfortable. I'd realized that
while I was really open with sharing the dirtiest of thoughts that floated
around my head, Blake was a lot more conservative with her thoughts. After I
while, I'd kind of decided it was because her thoughts were a lot raunchier
than mine. Those books she read were great sources for ideas.
"I have those kinds of thoughts often, you know? About you… I even had a wicked
dream last night… I'm just glad no one else heard me." I brushed a strand of
hair away from her face. Her face went from fear and terror, to being colored
with the blush of embarrassment.
"I… I thought I'd heard something during the night…" She waited a long time
before finally saying what was on her mine. Honestly I could've waited forever.
Her eyes caught the shine of every firefly behind me and sparkled and shimmered
like pools of honey…
Wow that was poetic. I should write a book.
"Yang?"
"Yeah, Blake?"
"I… I want to kiss you… but I'm not sure how I'd go about that..." Her cheeks
were still red. As if she were embarrassed. I smiled and leaned towards her. I
watched her eyes widen in shock as I got so close to her lips. I stopped almost
an inch away, waiting for her to bridge the gap between us.
"All you have to do is ask," I chuckled softly. I licked my lips and yeah maybe
I was pouring on the sex appeal a bit too strongly, but Dust watching the
flustered look on Blake's face was amazing.
Her lips finally crashed against mine.
She wasn't the best kisser in the world, but she still made my heart race.
I'm kissing Blake!
My eyes slowly closed and I cupped her face in my hands. She purred and mewled
and made the cutest noises I'd ever heard. It was obvious she didn't have too
much experience kissing. Her hands roamed my body and grabbed at my jacket. Her
breathing was fast and erratic and she her tongue slipped between my lips. It
made my own heart race.
Just how badly does Blake want me?
I pulled away softly and she whined in protest.
"Slow down, Blakey… we've got all night." My lips pressed back against hers and
seconds felt like hours. The world seemed to melt away, and suddenly we were
two cosmic beings sharing a kiss as stars died and were literally birthed into
existence before flickering out all around us.
Damn, I should definitely start writing that book.
Blake was the first to finally pull away, trying to catch her breath.
"Wow…"
"Mhmm…" It was all that needed to be said between us. We watched the fireflies
continue their show for another few minutes before I finally decided
I really liked the taste of licorice. I kissed at her cheek and she quickly
turned to press her lips against mine.
We kissed again.
And again.
And again.
***** Tease *****
The closer we got, the more we learned how to mess with each other.
I genuinely liked to mess with people, but Blake was a predator. Cold, smooth
and calculating. She'd figured out the easiest and most effective ways to make
my stomach do flips. And it didn't matter where we were. Just like a cat
playing with a mouse, she'd tease me just to watch me squirm. Sometimes even
right in plain sight.
"Ugh… I hate this class…" Professor Port was going off on one of his anecdotes
about saving a small village from a Grimm attack. I was never sure whether or
not to take notes during these stories.
Is this gonna be on the test? Should I write down what kind of medal he won?
After a while I set my pen down, deciding that taking notes on his speech just
wasn't worth it. I looked to Blake, who'd been sitting beside me nearly every
class since we'd started dating. Watching her, I could tell even she was having
a hard time concentrating. I sighed and tapped a soft beat with my pen. It was
a habit I'd had since way before Signal, so it was hard to break. Even harder
to break when my girlfriend always took it as a sign to tease me.
I felt my cheeks turn red and I refused to look her in the eye as she leaned in
close. She was so close, I could feel her breath against my the hollow of my
jaw. Her hand wandered down to squeeze my leg above my knee, gently kneading
the muscle. The scent of licorice made y head spin.
Dust, I thought I told her not during class!
She drew it out so long. Her lips were so close to my skin. I felt my breath
catch in my throat. I knew she could feel it too.
Her fingers slowly wandered north to play with the hem of my skirt. She tugged
softly and each little yank made my heart was race even faster.
Blaaaaake!
My fingers curled against the desk, I could feel my nails scratching grooves
into the wood.
I could still just barely feel her soft lips-
Riiiiing!
With a smirk, she gathered her books and left.
"See you next class."
My palms were sweating, my heart was racing. My tongue felt heavy and the
warmth between my thighs wasn't the only odd feeling I had.
I was gonna have to stay in my seat for a bit longer…
***** Routine *****
We started holding hands to and from class. Actually, we started spending
a lot more time around each other. Blake would rest her head against me or
gently kiss my jaw and I'd just wrap an arm around her and blush like an idiot.
I couldn't really help it, where she was content with cute little pecks against
my neck, I wanted to pin her down and make out.
I think spending time at the gym, combat training was the most fun. Blake would
take a few minutes before training to wrap my hands and we'd see who would end
up kissing who first. I normally one those. She just couldn't keep her lips off
of me.
I found out that I actually loved the Course Room.
"Okay, so I'll start high and go low, you start low and we meet in the middle?"
We sized up a huge target that'd taken the shape of a Deathstalker. Apparently
Dr. Oobleck had managed to find some way to upgrade the room to make dummies
that turned into huge Grimm. It led to a lot more sore students, but way more
fun training sessions.
"You can hit it all you like on top, I'm going to need to outrun those legs,"
she hissed at me.
"Well it's a good thing you're faster than me," I smirked.
"Plus we need all the muscle aimed at the tail." We sidestepped the next jab
the tail made, waiting for our perfect opportunity to strike.
"You're all the muscle," she asked, eyebrow raised.
"Okay, most of the muscle."
We'd started training together so often we got really good at working together.
That wasn't really a problem but we hadn't trained with Weiss and Ruby in
almost a week!
Blake even started sleeping in my bed more and more often. She'd climb on top
of me, rest her head on my chest and curl up into a ball while I stroked her
back. She made the cutest purring sounds. Surprisingly, I never woke up during
the night burning from my semblance when she was sleeping with me. It was
perfect.
***** PDA *****
We'd gotten really so amazingly close in just a few weeks. We were always
really close friends, but now that we were together… We just… clicked.
Except for one argument.
"Yang! I can't believe you'd do that!"
"Blake, I'm sorry! You were-"
"I wasn't doing anything! You just can't keep your hands to yourself!"
"I'm sorry! Your butt is just so great-"
"Yang!"
"Sorry!"
I didn't anticipate how curious Ruby would be about all of this, though.
"So how're you and Blake?" She probably asked me about a hundred times a day.
"We're fine, Ruby." I went back to eating my sandwich. We were in the cafeteria
after class. I had to actually make time just to be with my little sister. I
felt bad about it, but she didn't mind.
"Have you two kissed yet?" She looked at me, eyes wide, mouth full of cookies.
"Ruby!" I was just never sure how to handle these kinds of questions with her.
When we lived in Patch, I was always really careful about bringing boys over.
Making out would get intense and sometimes things went a little further, but
I'd always make sure they were gone by the time Ruby got curious enough about
what I was doing in our room so long with the door locked. She was just
so innocent.
"You have to tell me when you do, okay? You've gotta tell me all about it.
It'll be your first kiss ever, right?"
"Haha, yeah... totally…" I stuffed another bite of my sandwich in my mouth. I
hated lying to her, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"Oh? Your first kiss?"
I jumped as Blake walked up behind me and took a seat next to me at our table.
"I didn't know I'll be your first kiss ever." She had the most smug, alluring
look on her face. I knew what that look was.
That's the same look she gave me in Professor Port's class! Blake! NOT IN FRONT
OF RUBY!
"Blake-"
"What's going on?" Ruby was so unbelievably innocent…
"So who's going to be the first to tell her?" She smiled, slowly taking a bite
out of her apple. I looked down at my tray, ridiculously embarrassed.
"Tell me what?" She was so excited. Like a kid about to be let in on some
gigantic secret.
Dammit Ruby, you don't want to know!
"What are we discussing?" Weiss took a seat besides Ruby, sipping a bottle of
sparkling water.
Great! Now she's here!
"Last chance, Dragon." I blushed at the mention of our pet name. She'd started
calling me that after she realized smoke would come from my breath if she got
me really flustered. I hadn't even known I could do that. The fire was always
an external thing I had almost no control over.
"I'm not saying a word." I crossed my arms, calling her bluff. No way she'd
mess with me this much in front of Ruby.
I was wrong.
She'd grabbed my scarf and pulled me towards her. I didn't even try to pull
away. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss. I hated how much control she
had over me, but I loved it too much to care. I felt her hands slowly tug at my
skirt again under the table. They pulled at my stockings and scratched at my
thighs. My heart fluttered and I whimpered silently into the kiss before she
pulled away.
It was a few seconds before I finally opened my eyes. I tried hiding my blush
behind my scarf. Weiss didn't try to hide her look of blatant disgust. Ruby
couldn't hide how much she excitedly shook in her seat. And Blake… she was smug
as ever.
"I'm so glad I got to see your first kiss!"
"Ruby…" I shook my head.
***** Gifts *****
I think we'd been dating about a month when I realized just how strong certain
Faunus traits were.
"What is this?" We'd just finished the last of our homework for the day and
she'd handed me a small, green perfume bottle. It was made of glass and looked
really expensive.
"It's perfume. I thought you might like it." Blake couldn't really meet my
eyes. She looked coy and nervous all at once.
"Aw! Thanks, babe! What's it smell like-"
"Don't! Don't spray it… on yourself." She quickly snatched the bottle back,
holding it gingerly in her hands.
"Why not? You said it was perfume…" I didn't really understand what was going
on.
"Yes, but… I don't want you to embarrass yourself. You… you're supposed to
spray it on me."
"Blake? what are you giving me? Is this a prank or something? Ruby put you up
to this?"
"I didn't put do anything!" Ruby stuck her tongue out at me from her bed. She
was reading one of her new favorite books and I couldn't believe she'd actually
heard me.
"Keep that in your mouth before I rip it off," I growled, playfully shaking a
fist at her.
"Plbbbbbbbbbbbt!" She blew a raspberry at me and hid back behind her book
before I could throw something at her.
Blake sighed softly before waving me closer to her. Our foreheads were touching
and our lips were just close enough for a kiss before she finally spoke.
"It's… catmint perfume."
"You mean like catnip?"
She nodded quickly.
"You know, that doesn't work on humans, right?"
"What?" She looked so shocked, I almost felt bad I'd burst her bubble.
"You mean you don't… when you smell it?"
"Only one way to find out," I whispered quietly, uncapping the top.
"Yang, wait!"
I sprayed it on my neck, chest and wrists. It smelled herby, like burning mint
or something. I watched her as her face quickly grew a thousand times more
relaxed. Her cheeks grew red and a deep purr started in her chest. She crawled
towards me, closing the short distance between us.
"Hehe, Blake! Blake quit it- hahaha!" She pressed her face into my neck,
wrapped her arms around me and didn't move, licking softly every few minutes. I
smiled and gently scratched her behind her ears. The purring grew a bit louder
as I did. We sat together like that for a really long time before I tried to
get her off.
"Blake?"
"Mraawrrr."
I sighed softly, settling down on her bed. Her hands pressed softly into my
back as she slowly rubbed her cheek against my chest.
At least it's relaxing.
"Aww. You two are so cute! This is going on BaseBook!" I glared at Ruby as she
snapped the picture on her Scroll and silently promised myself I'd be
a lot more interested in her first relationship.
Five hours later, she was still pressed against my neck, no sooner to letting
go than she had been.
This is gonna be a long night.
I didn't mind it- I loved cuddling with Blake, but we had one problem…
I really had to pee.
***** Touch *****
A couple days later I was up late on my scroll. Everyone had fallen asleep a
long time ago. Blake was down on her bunk for the first time in days and I
could hear her slow, even breath from my bunk. I could just imagine smelling
the sweet licorice scent that came with it. I leaned off my bunk to look down
at her. She looked so peaceful, lips apart like she was expecting a kiss, eyes
closed and ears twitching. One hand was wrapped around her waist and the other
was off to her side at an angle, her fingers hanging off the edge of her bed.
I really wanted to kiss her.
It was probably really dumb, but I just needed her to know how much I cared
about her, even while I was asleep. I slid off my bunk as quietly as I could,
the balls of my feet touching the ground first to make even less noise. I
decided now would be a good time to snap a few pics we could laugh about in the
morning before I kissed her.
Selfie time!
I a pic, getting the both of us in it. I was making a goofy face and pointing
at her. Then I took another with my tongue sticking out at her. A few more
pictures and I decided the last one would be of the kiss. I leaned over her
bed, lips just above hers. I looked up at my Scroll to make sure the angle was
just right. I was just about to snap the picture but-
Are her eyes open?
She put a hand over my mouth and turned, flipping me up and over her and
trapping me in the corner where the bed met the wall. I'd dropped the Scroll
somewhere on the bed. She smirked, looking at me with curious eyes.
"That was easier than I thought it'd be," she whispered.
"You saying I'm easy, Belladonna?" I whispered back at her.
Blake leaned in and softly brushed her lips against mine. I tried to catch her
lips in a kiss, but she pulled away and brushed them against my chin instead.
Her hand came up to cup the side of my face as she gently pulling me closer to
her. Her fingertips lazily played with my earlobe.
I placed a hand in the dip of her waist, and looked into her eyes. In the dim
light, I couldn't see too much of her, but I could feel so much through her
thin yukata. It was the same one I'd met her in. Her free hand played against
my chest, sliding the pads of her fingers against my shoulders and sliding a
cotton strap of my tank top down. I loved the way our bodies fit against one
another like puzzle pieces. It was just such a nice feeling. She hooked a leg
around mine, thighs so warm against my own. Finally, she brought her lips back
to mine to kiss me, but she did it so quickly I didn't even have time to kiss
her back. Her lips slowly made their way further down my jaw, and planted
themselves right against my throat. She kissed and nipped for a really long
time. My heart was beating so fast, my breath locked in my chest and I could do
nothing but bite my lip to stop from whimpering. It took every ounce of
willpower I had to stay quiet. Her rough tongue worked liked magic against my
pulse and I held onto her as if she were an anchor in a hurricane. I shuddered
as her free hand walked itself down my stomach and coyly make its way down my
shorts.
We've never gone this far!
I could hear a soft giggle come from her throat, followed by the softest
purring as she lazily made little hearts against my thigh. I could feel just
how humid she was making me. Her fingers ran through golden fuzz and I was
suddenly so self-conscious about her hand in my pants but way too turned on to
care. I screwed my eyes shut and gripped her even tighter, trying to brace
myself and give in all at the same time. Her nails slowly grazed their way
through the fuzz and a single fingertip found its mark, slowly circling my
clit.
"Ng!"
I felt her ears twitch and she pulled away. I opened my eyes and watched her
bring her hand to her lips and suck on the offensive fingertip like some sex
goddess. "Easy," she whispered playfully.
I could do nothing but blush. I was so turned on and desperately needed more,
but there was no way she could touch me again without starting something we
wouldn't be able to stop. I curled up into a ball and she was the big spoon for
a change.
***** Momentum *****
It wasn't long before I realized that dating a sexually frustrated Blake
Belladonna was a very dangerous game with no winners. I started noticing
lingering stares and licked lips. More than once I thought I heard a moan come
out of the bathroom when she was the only one in the shower, just for her to
come back into the room with the most content look on her face.
It started to feel like she was hunting me. I'd catch her eye as she stared at
me from across the room, and more than once I've felt her lips against my
throat while I was taking a nap. Even weirder, I was liking it. This unbridled
interest in me…
The day after the food fight I was toweling off in the bathroom. I had one
towel wrapped around my body and was using another to dry out my hair. The door
was locked and Ruby and Weiss had just left so I wasn't at all worried they'd
come in and see me. I hadn't even heard the door open. Her footsteps were
already so quiet, I'm not surprised I didn't hear her approach. She snuck up
behind me and wrapped a hand around my mouth to stop me from screaming.
Her free hand wandered its way down my body like a missile searching for
warmth. I melted into her arms, bucking and moving my hips as her fingertips
grazed against my flesh.
"I want you," she hissed. I couldn't argue as her lips found their way to my
shoulders and started to suck and bite. She'd leave a bruise that I could
easily heal with my Aura, but, like the others that patterned the skin of my
throat, neck, shoulders and chest, would choose not to.
"Guys, can I come in? I left my hairbrush!" Ruby's knock on the door quickly
brought us back to reality. She stripped and climbed into the shower, while I
slipped into one of my new lounge shirts. I'd needed to buy new shirts that
would cover up all the hickies.
"Hey, Rube. Sorry, you can go get it," I opened the door, still working to get
my shorts on.
"Is that Blake in the shower," she asked curiously.
"Um… yeah?"
"Aren't you scared you might see her… you know… naked?"
Oh my sweet summer child.
Incidents like that were becoming more and more frequent.
Like a game, she'd snatch me up right before I got to class, lips hungry
against mine. Her knee would come between my thighs and suddenly there
was friction against the part of me that burned the hottest. It took a few days
before I realized the only way to stop her was to beat her at her own game.
My hand around her throat, I'd started to piece together just how kinky she
really was. It started as roughhousing between sparring matches where she
didn't put up as much of a fight as I'd expect when presented with a hand
around their throat. Just a little squeeze and she moaned my name. The sound
itself sent shivers down my spine. More investigations showed me that I got the
same reaction by pinning her down or pulling her hair. She whimpered and moaned
and squirmed and watching her do all of this for me was the best show I
could've asked for.
She'd grab at my wrists, her body instinctively fighting the pressure my hand
created around her throat. Her eyes went wide as she tried to moan, but her
breath caught in her throat. My hands tugged sharply at her dark locks, bending
her head to the side so I could make my own marks against her jaw and neck. Her
legs wrapped themselves around my waist her body begging for more.
But these games were dangerous. Pinning her by her throat, back to the wall was
definitely grounds for a suspension due to PDA. We always had to make sure none
of the Professors were nearby.
"We can't keep doing this," I whispered softly. We were in a broom closet,
tangled up in each others limbs. She had her arms around my shoulders, her legs
around my waist while my fingers were deep inside her. I didn't beat around the
bush- hehe. Get it?- but always went straight to my prize. She was always ready
for it, humid warmth slick enough for my fingers to slide quickly between her
lips.
"I know… oh fuck…"
The problem was, neither of us had ever gotten the other to finish. There just
wasn't enough time. Too many distractions…
Something had to give or we'd both end up suspended, or worse...
***** Sweet *****
Blake and I went back to the park the next day. We told Ruby and Weiss we were
going out to a nightclub and wouldn't be back until curfew.
"Don't wait up, guys." We brought a picnic basket full of food and blankets and
I bought us ice cream from the parlor. We sat and watched the sunset and I
crossed my fingers, hoping that the fireflies would be able to put on one last
show.
"They should've started by now, right? Do you think they're not gonna come
around? We can always wait until next year, Blake, I don't mind having to wait-
"
"Yang…" Blake kissed my cheek softly and I stopped mid-sentence so quickly my
mouth was still hanging open.
"I don't really care if they start up… I didn't come here to watch them." Blake
squeezed my thigh and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.
I'm never going to get used to how hot she is…
She kissed me again, this time pressing her lips just under my jaw. They were
soft, sweet kisses but that was all I needed before I was clay in her hands. I
tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her closer to me, tearing a short
moan from her before our lips even met.
"Dust, Blake… you're so easy," I teased. She growled at me and nipped at my
lip, trying to be more controlling in the kiss. But Blake doesn't
really do control. I kissed back, my hands moving up to her jaw and I held her
close as I fell in love with her rough tongue and soft lips and the taste of
licorice. She wrapped her arms around my waist and purred.
Blake was all sharp nibbles and sweet breath and begging moans. She purred even
louder when my hands reached down to grab her hips, and I brought her body even
closer against mine. I pulled her black scarf off of her with my teeth, not
wanting to let her go for even a moment. It fell to the wet grass and I kissed
at her jaw and neck, tearing even louder moans from her lips.
The kissing, the sighing, the fluttered breath and satisfied purrs that came
from Blake were the best soundtrack I'd ever heard. I could've kissed her
forever. I could've wrapped my fingers in her hair and pressed my lips against
hers and felt her smooth thighs tangled between mine forever. I opened my eyes
to catch a quick glimpse of her.
Then the lust set in.
She just looked so damn beautiful. Her body was laid out beside me and I ran my
hands over every dip and curve I could. I couldn't take it anymore. I let my
hands wander under her vest, feeling even more smooth, warm skin underneath.
Her cheeks went red as I touched her.
"Yang…" She sighed my name before burying her face into my chest.
"What's up, Blakey?" I laughed softly and placed a finger under her chin to
lift her face so I could look into her eyes.
"I… want- I'm ready…" She looked at me with amber eyes and long eyelashes and
sweet breath and I think I felt my heart stop. Yeah, we'd come here
specifically to do this, but listening to her tell me just how much she wanted
to…
"Are you sure? We could just-"
"Yang…" Blake grabbed me by my scarf and pulled me in for another kiss. I
closed my eyes and felt her heart beat through her chest against mine. I could
feel so much through our clothes but I wanted to feel so much more. I whimpered
softly as she pulled away.
"I need this," she admitted softly.
I nodded and took a deep breath. She wrapped her arms around me one last time
and I tore my eyes off of her for one last moment to look up at the night sky.
The shattered moon was covered behind clouds, blocking out the dim light it
cast on Remnant, but thousands of little pinpricks of light flashed all around
us.
"Wow…" I breathed softly.
"It's almost as beautiful as you," Blake whispered in my ear.
"You're such a nerd," I whined. Her compliments always sent a chill down my
spine.
"I hope they won't be the only thing flashing me in the next few minutes."
I turned to look at her, eyes wide.
Did she just make a good pun?!
"I think I love you," I whispered.
"Me too…"
***** Chapter 41 *****
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to the wet grass beneath us. She
looked up into my eyes and I don't think I've ever been so in love with the
color amber. It was dark in the clearing and hard to see her. I had to feel my
way around her body, but I knew she could see every inch of me with those
amazing Faunus eyes. I didn't mind, I wanted her to see. She tried to struggle
out of my grip, trying to make this difficult. She loved playing these games
where she pretended to be in control. I held her a little tighter, smirk wide
on my face and she let out a little gasp of pleasure as her eyes fluttered shut
for a moment. I think she finally understood just how hungry I was for her.
I needed her.
I never realized how hard it would be to hold someone down and take their
clothes off at the same time. I tried to pin her wrists with my left hand but
she was just so intent on making it difficult. She laughed as she managed to
free one of her wrists, tangled her fingers in my hair and dragged me down for
another kiss. I growled in frustration as I managed to get the hand back under
control. Blake wanted me between her thighs, I could see it in her eyes just
how much she wanted what I was planning on giving her. She nipped and bit at my
lips, and finally those amber eyes closed. She whimpered softly and I could
feel my heart racing.
"You sure you want this," I loved teasing her, but I needed to know for sure if
she wanted this. I wanted her to say yes, I wanted her to beg for it. I wanted
to destroy her. I was gonna tie her in knots with just my tongue.
"Yang, please…," she panted softly, I could barely see red blush starting to
color her cheeks. Blake humped my thigh, desperately biting her lip. For all
her playful resistance, she really wanted me to hurry. She wanted my fingers
and tongue and she wanted her legs wrapped around me while I explored every
inch of her body.
I decided I wanted to tease her. Her body quivered under mine as I let my
breath ghost over all of the marks and bruises I'd left on her shoulders and
neck and chest. Small circles where I'd bit and red and blue and purple
blotches where I'd sucked as she begged for more. She'd never healed a single
one of them and I couldn't help but feel special. Those were mine.
I could see everything she wanted in the way she moved. The way her breath went
so ragged when I touched her, like every kiss was bringing her that much closer
to the edge. I could feel her pulse beat beneath her skin like thousands of
tiny drums. It seemed to take forever before I finally got her damn vest loose
enough to slip my hand under it. I pressed my hand against her stomach, feeling
dozens of tight, sculpted muscles flex under my palm. Slowly, I lifted her vest
up past her midriff, kissing every inch of exposed skin I could. She responded
with breathy gasps and my name whispered through grit teeth.
I slipped the vest up over her shoulders and for once she stopped fighting me,
instead biting her lip as I pulled it up over her head and placed it beside us.
I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her again, and she purred deep in her chest
as I cupped her face in my hands. Sweet licorice lips against mine. Her eyes
closed, her heart was racing. I brushed my thumbs against her cheekbones as her
hands tentatively grabbed at the collar of my jacket. Her palms pushed against
my boobs, like she wanted to grab them but didn't want to be obvious. I took
her hands in mine and pressed her palms against them. Her eyes opened for just
a second, almost like she was asking if it was okay. I squeezed her palms again
and bit my lip. I knew just how to pour on the sex appeal and she responded
exactly how I wanted her to.
We wrestled around in the grass for a while, trying to get more and more of
each other's clothes off. We rolled around on the ground, getting smudges of
dirt on our backs and blades of green in our hair. I was just so desperate to
kiss more of her. I kissed her from her lips to her cheek, down to her throat
and neck, across her shoulders, down her arms, across her palms to each
individual fingertip. I nibbled her chest, yanked her bra off with my teeth to
kiss each breast. She clutched at the grass under us and whined my name. I
just couldn't tease her when she was practically begging for my touch. I tried
to peel her out of her stockings but I was just a bit too eager. I heard a
quick rip and stopped just as she shuddered.
"Do it again," she whimpered.
"Fuck, you're so hot," I whispered to myself. I ripped at the stockings with
short, quick yanks, revealing more and more skin as she yanked out fistfuls of
grass from the ground. I dragged my nails against the torn cloth, scratching at
her inner thighs. Slowly, I peeled them off of her. Her shorts came next, the
white already stained with shades of green and brown from rolling around in the
grass.
I looked down at her nearly naked body. She was wearing nothing but black lace
underwear. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. Her amber eyes looked
up at me as I took in the sight of her amazing legs and tight stomach. And
that's when I panicked.
***** Chapter 42 *****
“Yang, breathe,” Blake whispered in my ear.
“One… two… three,” she counted off, bright eyes holding my gaze so
effortlessly. I was struggling to suck down some air, my body felt like a huge
weight was against my chest and I just couldn’t manage to breathe.
“Yang, I’m right here. Breathe... Breathe,” she spoke slowly and calmly, never
looking away. Each breath felt like trying to breathe through a stuffed straw.
I could feel her hands wrapped around my thighs, squeezing gently. She was
trying her hardest to get me to stop freaking out.
I managed one, quick breath. Then another…
It felt like forever before I could finally catch my breath.
“Yang… are you okay,” she asked softly, stroking my knees to a rhythm I could
follow. I still couldn’t speak, but I could nod, tears in my eyes as I tried to
tell her I was okay.
“Yang… that was a panic attack… what’s wrong,” she asked me again, her eyes
constantly on mine. I tried my hardest to crack a smile, looking down
sheepishly at the grass beneath us.
“Performance anxiety,” I mumbled, trying my hardest to play it cool. I wasn’t
sure myself of where that’d come from.
“Yang, I’m serious,” Blake hissed, finally moving closer to me after I got my
breath back. She looked all sorts of nervous and concerned. I felt terrible for
freaking her out.
“What’s wrong,” she asked again.
“Blake, I… I’m only partly joking.” My voice was gross and raspy. I sounded
like I was choking. I cleared my throat, wiping the tears that I hadn’t even
realized had gathered in my eyes.
“Yang,” she whispered, a small smile on her face.
“I know, I’m a big dumb baby,” I sighed, taking a long, deep breath and holding
it as long as I could. I cleared my throat, nervously combing my fingers
through my hair.
“Yang, you’re not dumb,” Blake whispered, wrapping her arms around my waist.
She looked so beautiful, Dust. Her Faunus ears twitched as she watched me,
making sure I was okay.
“I ruined our date,” I grumbled. I could feel myself pouting but there wasn’t
much I could do about it. Resting my hand against her chest, I tried my hardest
to look more apologetic than upset.
“Well… not necessarily,” she hummed, eyes narrowing at me like a sultry
goddess. I could feel myself blushing, eyes wide as I realized I hadn’t ruined
the mood.
“You just need to know that this isn’t your performance.” She winked and kissed
at my chest, nipping at sucking at my collarbones and I shivered. Her hands
wandered down against my thighs and I bit my lip to keep from letting out a
moan. I felt my heart fluttered, my skin get hot as her fingers danced against
my underwear.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispered sultrily, ears twitching in a rhythm that
I’d learned meant she was so fucking turned on.
“You’re such a bottom,” I laughed softly, still shivering as her fingers
pressed against the cloth. I closed my eyes, clutching at the grass beneath my
hands.
“Tell me or I’ll stop,” she warned and I knew she meant it.
“That wasn’t very ‘bottom.’”
“Blake… just fuck me.”
“How,” she smirked, fingers trailing away, moving closer towards my thighs.
“Like you mean it,” it was all I could think to say. I couldn’t let her get
away with being so damn sexy without pouring on the allure myself.
She leaned in, kissing at my chest and pressed her palm against my crotch.
Blake fingered me through my underwear and I’d never moaned so loud in my life.
She rubbed circles into me, pressing just deep enough that I knew the cloth
would be soaked by the time she pulled away.
I wrapped my palms around her head and pulled her back up to kiss me. Her lips
were warm and god I would never get tired of the taste of licorice. I closed my
eyes and focused on what I could feel.
She hadn’t figured out a rhythm yet, so I couldn’t prepare myself as she
worked. Each penetration was unexpected, but unlike anyone else I’d spent time
with, she wasn’t rough or impatient. Blake was slow and gentle and it drove me
crazy. The build-up and the hitch in her breath as she was oh so obviously just
as turned on as I was. The way she bit her lip as she watched me, the smirk on
her face as she finally pushed the underwear aside and fingered me like a
fucking goddess. I could feel every knuckle, every wrinkle in her skin as she
spread her fingers, my body quivering around them, my back arching as my spine
shuddered. I clutched at the ground, ripping grass out of the dirt as I
squirmed under her palm. Leaning forward, I planted a sloppy kiss against her
throat, knowing how much she loved those.
I was so fucking lost, lost in the sexiest girl in the fucking world. And she
was trying her hardest to get me to cum. Her thumb rubbed against my clit, her
fingers pushing and sliding and spreading. I tried to follow along with my
hips, but my thighs were shaking and all I could manage to do was groan. My
voice wavered as I called out Blake’s name, nipping at her throat as I kissed
her. I wanted more of her, I needed more. Finally I worked up the nerve and
pushed her onto her back. Her fingers slipped out from between my lips and left
a long trail up my stomach.
“Yang,” she gasped, ears pinned back against her skull.
“Keep quiet,” I warned, grabbing her thighs and settling down between them. Her
hands reached up, tangling themselves in my hair before I’d even started. I
smirked and took my first lick and Dust she tasted like heaven. I licked my
lips as she looked up into my eyes. After blowing a quick kiss, I got to work.
Her toned thighs tightened around me, muscles quivering as she tensed up.
“Relaaaax,” I whispered soothing, taking long, lazy licks that started from
deep between her lips and ended with the tip of my tongue flicking her clit. I
knew what I was doing and I wanted her to lose herself. She gasped my name,
fingers tugging at my hair and pulling me closer into her. I kissed and licked
and slurped and nibbled, and all she could do was writhe and moan my name into
the cool night air. I felt big, powerful.
She came so fast, her breathing coming faster and faster, going ragged and
finally hitched, voice cracking as she gasped my name into the night. Her ears
pointed out to the side, back arching up off the ground, her body wrapping
itself in knots as she flooded the banks of her thighs with her release.
Poetic, right?
I cleaned her off, tasting warmth and musk and the increasingly familiar tingle
of licorice on my tongue. Her fingers left my hair, her hands moving to rub her
face. I laughed softly, letting her catch her breath.
“Thanks, Yang,” she whispered quietly once she’d come down off the afterglow of
her orgasm. She tried to sit up, but I held her in place, shaking my head as I
kept pace with my slow, lazy licks.
“Yang,” she asked curiously, looking up into my eyes. I smirked, and sped my
pace, focusing on her clit.
“You’re not done until I say you are,” I whispered hotly into her thighs. 
***** Chapter 43 *****
The next few days were quiet. Now that we'd finally gotten our hands on each
other, we were finally able to think of other things besides how much we wanted
to bend each other over a table. Team RWBY prepared for our fight in the
tournaments, training every day to make sure that we'd be a force to be
reckoned with, no matter what kind of team we'd face. But after every long day
at school or every brutally exhausting training session, instead of reading
Ruby a story alone or hopping into my bed alone, I had Blake with me. She'd
curl up in a tight ball, sometimes with a book and sometimes not, and lean
against me. I don't know why that drove me crazy- just the small touches that
made my heart race. It was like she wanted me there just as much as I needed
her.
Not much else happened that week. We trained together, laughed together, ate
together. Most times as a team and sometimes as a couple. Sometimes JNPR and
SSSN came over and Nora, Pyrrha and I wrestled while Blake and Ren read
stories. Everything felt normal. As if Blake was just another part of my life.
It was weird, but… nice. Sometimes she'd make her way from her bunk into mine
late at night, not even bothering to ask anymore- she already knew what the
answer was. We drank tea together and I read her stories over her shoulder
while she purred in my arms. Spending intimate time with her became like
spending sister time with Ruby. It was just something that happened.
"We got a package! Who ordered something," Ruby chanted as she signed the
Scroll the delivery man handed her.
"It's mine," Blake called, untangling herself from my arms to lean forward off
my bunk and reach for the box. Ruby tossed it to her, not even bothering to
watch to see if Blake would catch it- she knew she would.
"What's in the box, babe," I asked curiously. It wasn't often Blake bought
things- having grown up outside the kingdoms in the White Fang, she didn't
exactly have family to ask for money. She never made a big deal out of it, but
I always made sure to buy extra food whenever Ruby and I ordered take-out.
"It's… well…" Blush ran to her cheeks as she held the cardboard box in her
hand. It was small and rectangular- about the size of a book- but sounded empty
and looked to weigh a lot less than a book that size might. Instead of
answering, Blake opened the box, tearing the tape used to seal the cardboard
and emptying its contents on my sheets. About a dozen yellow ribbons sipped
out, about a foot long and four inches tall. I touched one and could tell they
were made of pretty soft silk, but I couldn't tell what they were for.
"Ribbons," I asked curiously.
"For a bow," Blake responded. I didn't understand until she reached for her
head, untying the black bow off her ears. The black ribbon floated to the bed
as she tied on the new ribbon, bright yellow and twice as soft. Her ears
twitched as she finished the knot, testing to see it was secure.
"Aw, Blake you two are matching," Ruby giggled excitedly as she sat in her bed.
Weiss poked her head out from the small cave her bed and Ruby's made, and
smirked as she saw Blake's bow. She pulled her head back just as quickly as
Zwei whined for more attention. She got back to petting him with her free hand,
and studying.
"It took a while to find a color that matched your hair," she whispered softly,
cheeks red.
"You look adorable," I told her. I'd never seen anything cuter.
***** Chapter 44 *****
“R- Ruby! Ruby stay away from him,” I shouted as loud as I could, but Roman
Torchwick grabbed her by the throat, lifting her high up off the ground.
Crescent Rose slipped from her grasp and clattered loudly against the cracked
pavement. Ruby kicked and flailed as hard as she could, but Roman seemed
invincible as he strangled the life out of her.
“All you have to do is tell me where your sister is,” his cocky voice sounded
even more arrogant in his excitement. He knew he’d won, and wanted nothing more
than to kill the girl that’d ruined so many of his criminal operations. But
there was something he wanted first. Me!
“I’m here! Leave her alone,” I screamed, trying my hardest to move forward.
He’d set some kind of trap- quicksand or something- and my boots were being
sucked down into the pit with every step I tried to take. I struggled to lift
my right foot, but it just pushed my left even deeper.
Why can’t he hear me?
Ruby gasped for breath, her face turning red and her kicking to escape grew
even more desperate. She clawed and bit at his hands and forearms, kicked at
his chest and groin, but he just wouldn’t let go. I tried my hardest to shoot
him, but Ember Celica was out of shells. The terrifying click-click of an empty
chamber was all I could hear from them, and I couldn’t find my spare ammo
belts.
“LEAVE HER ALONE,” I screamed even louder, sinking faster into the the sand as
I struggled more to get to them. Roman didn’t even flinch- it was like I wasn’t
even there.
“Last chance, Little Red. Wouldn’t want me to snap that pretty little neck of
yours, would we? Tell me where Yang Xiao Long is.” Suddenly he was a lot less
smooth and arrogant and a lot more terrifying. I could see the fear in Ruby’s
eyes as she tried to scream for help. I could see her look at me, her gaze
meeting mine. She shook her head, refusing to give me up to Roman.
“RUBY, NO!”
“Hm, such a shame. You might’ve made a great crime lord some day. Snip away all
of those pretty little petals until you’re someone a whole lot more respectable
than you are now. Oh well-”
She came at him like a flash, just like I’d seen her do hundreds of times.
Blake was less than a blur as she swiped at him, Gambol Shroud flashing faster
than even I could see. Roman definitely felt that. He dropped Ruby and grabbed
his cane before kicking Crescent Rose out of Ruby’s reach. The collapsed scythe
skated across the pavement and stopped a few dozen feet away under a car.
“BLAKE, STOP, NO! ” I knew Blake. I knew she wouldn’t be able to take Roman-
not without help. Roman was just too fast, too experienced at fighting cops and
Hunters alike. Blake tried her hardest, slashing and dodging as best she could,
but two shots from Roman at the ground beneath her feet caused her to trip
forward as she tried to strike at him. He whacked her over the head with his
cane and kicked Gambol Shroud out of her hands before she’d had the chance to
recover. With another hit, he knocked her to her knees, stunning her again as
he walked over to where Ruby was crawling along the ground trying to get to
Crescent Rose. Roman picked her up and tossed her at Blake, the two of them
landing on the ground in a twisted pile of limbs.
“So, the easy way or the hard way? Either you tell me where Yang is, or I kill
one of you and make the other tell me where she is. What’s it gonna be, hmm?”
Roman crouched down to their level, using the end of his cane and tilting first
Blake’s face, then Ruby’s to meet his lecherous gaze.
“I’M HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE YOU FUCKING CREEP! ROMAN! LOOK AT ME YOU
MOTHERFUCKER!” I tried everything as I sank deeper and deeper into the sand. I
was up to my chest and sinking even faster as I tried my hardest to claw my way
out. But as hard as I tried, the more the sand sucked me under.
“Ugh. Fine, fine. I’m a reasonable guy. I’ll let you two pick which one I kill
first. Is that fair?” Roman waited for a response, as if he were doing them
some kind of favor by offering them something like this. Blake lunged at him,
her body a blur as she sailed through the air, but Roman simply side-stepped
and clotheslined her, knocking all of the wind out of her as she fell to the
ground, doubled over in pain.
“Looks like someone’s just elected themselves out of the elimination round,”
Roman sang excitedly. He kicked Blake over, rolling her onto her stomach and
stepped on her back, pinning her to the ground.
“ROMAN, PLEASE, NO!” I begged as loud as I could, my voice somehow only
reaching Blake’s ears. She looked into my eyes, a small, bloody smile on her
face. Slowly, she reached out towards me, as if she wanted nothing more than to
take my hand one last time. I watched as the crosshairs lifted off the chamber
of his cane, readying his next shot.
“I love you.” Her voice rang in my ears, sad and terrified as she felt the
muzzle press against the back of her skull.
“Blake-”
My eyes snapped wide open as the sound of the gunshot faded away in the cold
night air. I was in my bed, sheets wrapped tight around me, a gross layer of
sweat stuck to my skin. My eyes darted to my left, and there was Blake,
watching me with the most concerned look on her face.
“Yang? You had a nightmare. Are you okay,” she whispered quietly. She reached
out and wiped away some sweat off my forehead with the palm of her hand. I
could feel my heart racing, it felt like I’d run for miles without stopping.
“Is Ruby-”
“She’s fine… Ruby and Weiss are both fine and asleep. Zwei’s been whining to
come up here since you started talking in your sleep but… sorry, I’m still a
little afraid of him- whoa!”
I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her chest. I listened to the
beat of her heart, the sound of blood rushing through her veins. I reached up
and felt the back of her head, the yellow ribbon hiding her Faunus ears the
only irregularity there.
I swear I tried to stop them.
But sometimes there’s just nothing you can do.
I cried into her chest, big, salty tears staining the sleep-shirt I’d loaned
her for the night. I cried like I’d hadn’t cried in a long, long time.
***** Chapter 45 *****
"She was totally checking you out Blakey. You should talk to her, she's pretty
cute," I teased, making sure I didn't upset her ankle while I massaged it.
She'd sprained her ankle during our fight against Team ABRN, and even though
Aura heals things like that almost instantly, the pain still leaves muscles
pretty sore for a while after.
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"Yang, oh my Dust-"
"Look, I'm just saying, she was totally your type. Cocky, flirty, confident.And
she wears a ton of purple- I know how much you-"
"Yaaaaaaaang," she whined, kicking me with her uninjured foot. The only clue to
let me know I was even in the ballpark of being right about this was the light
blush on her cheeks that refused to go away since I'd brought it up.
"Come on, Blakey. Was she at least cute? You can tell me that, I promise I
won't be jealous," I smirked, firmly pushing against her muscles with the pad
of my thumb.
"I- I mean… well-"
"I think I think she was pretty cute. You know I'm still trying to find out
what kind of girls I like. Maybe it'd be kinda helpful to speak to someone
who's had these kinds of feelings about girls for a while, hm?" I knew Blake
wouldn't want to talk about this if I was only asking her feelings just to ask
her feelings. She had to feel she was talking about this for me- for us. It
helped that I did actually need some help trying to understand my feelings in
the first place.
"Oh? Um… well, yeah. She's… cute. Like you said she's very sure of herself. Is
that what you're looking for-"
"I've already found who I'm looking for, Kitten," I reminded her.
"Right… sorry. Um… well what kind of things are you looking for in a partner,
anyway?" She chewed at her lip to stop from moaning as I pressed a little
firmer against the tender muscles in her leg.
"Hmm… Someone interesting. Someone who puts up a super mysterious front because
they're trying their hardest not to show everyone how much of a nerd they are."
She was blushing before I'd even finished and I shot a quick wink at her,
knowing how much she liked it when I complimented her.
"Well… it doesn't particularly sound like Reese would be your kind of girl,"
she said through a quick cough. I tapped her knee, signaling I was done
massaging her and she wiggled her toes and stretched out her foot. She rolled
her ankle a bit before finally taking her leg back and crossing them both as
she sat.
"Looks like I'm stuck with you then," I smirked, holding out my wrists for her
while she reached for my wraps. They were special handwraps Weiss had bought
me, infused with fire and ice Dust to relax away muscle pain that activated
depending on the length of time they were exposed to body heat. They sounded
super expensive and unnecessary, but I wasn't going to turn a gift from Weiss
down, and I paid her back by helping her train for her Gym practical. Plus,
Blake loved wrapping my wrists for whatever reason.
"Looks like it," she purred back, carefully wrapping up my right wrist. I
watched her while she worked, and waited until she was just done with the final
knot before leaning in close for a kiss. I caught her by surprise, but she
kissed back on instinct.
"Yang," she laughed softly, flashing pearly whites and batting her lashes at
me.
"Yuck," Ruby called from her bunk across from us.
I took that as a challenge.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Blake's nipping just hard enough
to draw blood and she gasped.
"Get a room you two," Weiss called up, while Ruby pretended to vomit into her
hands.
It was hard not to love these guys.
***** Compliments *****
Chapter Summary
     Yang's showered with affection after her double KO fight against
     Flynt and Neon.
“You did such an amazing job, Yang!” Ruby had practically been buzzing around
me like a rapier wasp ever since the end of the match. She’d hugged me at least
fifty times and was skipping around Blake and I in excitement. It was a pretty
big boost to my ego after coming so close to a loss. It was times like these
having a little sister felt really great.
“Yeah, you are pretty amazing,” Blake’s tone was different, and she was giving
me a look I was very quickly becoming familiar with. I did my best to hide my
blush with a bigger smile.
“Aw, shucks, guys. It was nothing. Weiss is the real hero. She weakened that
Flynt guy just enough that he couldn’t hurt me too bad before I got to him.” It
was true. Neon had distracted me and tired me out long enough I wouldn’t have
been able to beat them both if Weiss hadn’t pushed the guy to within an inch of
being KO’d. I just finished the job.
“Oh, don’t worry! Weiss gets to hear just how proud of her I am once the nurse
lets me get into her room,” Ruby huffed and crossed her arms angrily.
“Wait you’ve been to the infirmary already,” I asked curiously. She’d been with
Blake and I since I made it back from the stage, and I was pretty sure she’d
stayed with Blake until I met up with them.
“Yeah, I ran there and back before they checked her in. I already knew they’d
tell me to wait, they kept me out for hours when you had to check in after our
fight with Roman Torchwick.” She was still crossing her arms and pouting as we
strolled towards the exit of the colosseum. Sometimes I forget just how fast
she’s gotten.
“We’ll shower Weiss with our affection as soon as she’s well,” Blake promised,
placing a gentle hand on Ruby’s shoulder. It was something so small, but made
me so happy. Ruby never really had too many friends in Signal, or even from the
neighborhood in Patch, and I was glad Blake wanted to be hers just as much as
she wanted to be my girlfriend.
“Hopefully not too much affection,” I whispered, a quick raise of my eyebrow
and playful smirk made her blush redder than Ruby’s cloak.
“S- so what are we going to do while we wait for Weiss to get back,” Blake
asked, trying to cover up her embarrassment.
“Oh! How about we do some more training at the gym! There’s no such thing as
too much training,” Ruby bounced on the balls of her feet, way too excited
about the idea. I looked awkwardly at Blake and she returned the look, neither
of us were all too happy about the idea but I wasn’t too sure how to tell Ruby.
“Hey, guys!” Jaune shouted from across the courtyard, waving to get our
attention.
“Yang, that was spectacular,” Pyrrha called out, all smiles and bright green
eyes. Blake’s sigh of relief was closer to a purr as it rolled off her lips. We
were both pretty relieved to see Team JNPR making their way towards us.
“Oh! Hey, guys!” Ruby dashed over to meet them and excitedly jumped into
Pyrrha’s arms. Again, I couldn’t help but smile. I was so proud of her.
“Hey, Yang,” Blake nudged me softly.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Want to… um… do, anything tonight?” Her cheeks were red and the yellow ribbon
she was wearing to hide her ears tugged towards the back of her skull. She
looked so adorable when she was embarrassed.
“You mean like a date,” I asked playfully, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Um… yeah, sure… a date,” she answered back.
“We can head back to the ice cream spot-”
“Ice cream? I love ice cream! Ren, wanna go get some ice cream? Where can we
even get good ice cream on campus all they have is that sugar-free stuff on
campus, blegh.” Nora was talkative as ever and super excited.
“Oh! Um, I didn’t-” Blake started, but I looked up as someone else shouted over
the crowd.
“Hey, guys,” it was easy to tell where the shout had come from, you could make
out Neptune’s highlighter blue hair anywhere.
“Yang, that was awesome! You should’ve seen it, you were out there like hyah!
And then that Neon chick pissed you off and you were all ROAR!” Sun and the
rest of his team were just as excited as JNPR had been.
“Looks like it’s a group date,” I chuckled, playfully nudging Blake.
“... yeah. That’s fine.” She sounded a little down, but I couldn’t really tell
why.
“Don’t worry. Your cone is on me,” I kissed her on the cheek and reached for
her hand, gripping it tight in mine. She nuzzled into the kiss and nodded,
flashing me a quick smile. I guessed that was enough convincing.
“We’ll have to spring Weiss out of the infirmary, guys,” I called out to
everyone. There’s no way we could’ve gone without her.
“A heist? Sounds like fun, I’m in,” Sun smirked, definitely ready to cause some
trouble.
“Hey… wasn’t Ruby just with us,” Jaune asked confusedly.
“Ruby Rose set me down this instant, you scoundrel!”
“I’ve got Weiss, guys,” Ruby chuckled, carrying Weiss bridle style.
Sometimes it really payed off having a little sister.
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